I don't know why, but whenever I travel, I absolutely insist on an unscheduled visit of the local hospital. I should start a coffee table book. Normally, I don't write about the experiences, because 1. it deters from the absolutely fantastic time I had traveling to the far off destination, and 2. I don't want to remember it. But this time, enough funny things happened to warrant a small mentionable blog. So, I'm on my way to Puno (3827m), crammed into a bus van with a bunch of other people, tourists mainly, all excitedly chatting away about Titicaca. It's actually really funny to hear a bunch of different languages rambling on - with the word Titicaca occasionally popping up - sounds like blah blah blah blah, Titicaca, blah blah blah. I had to stifle a laugh
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