Puno to Cusco

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On Saturday March 31, we awoke early and walked 40 minutes to the Puno bus station. We walked back through the street market and I got to limbo under one of the umbrellas, which one of the local Peruvian woman got a kick out of. She said something about me being a giant.

We made our bus with only a few minutes to spare before its 8:30 am departure. And unfortunately, the hostel host girl met us at the bus station since we accidentally left with our room key. Oops.

The bus turned out to be a cama bus (bed bus), so that started off awesome. Unfortunately, again, all the windows were closed and there was no air so the ride was stuffy and uncomfortable. I tried opening the emergency exit window on the top of the bus (very common practice), but a girl who I grew to despise complained about the breeze. Apparently 100+ degrees and stuffy was better? Grrr.

7 very hot and uncomfortable hours later we arrived in Cusco and negotiated a taxi to the Loki Hostel (recommended by a fellow traveler).

Shortest post ever!

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