I got up in the morning and had my breakfast. Javier cornered me again, saying Susan hadn't paid her share. She had paid me as I thought it was the same price. Wasn't.

I just shrugged my shoulders and paid him, I really couldn't be bothered to make a scene (but please boycot the Inti Kala if you ever go there - he may look friendly but he ripped me off left right and centre.)

I walked down the steps with all my stuff, which, even though a lot easier than up, was very slippery due to the pouring rain. I got into a boat, which was already quite full of people and we set off. Due to the weather, the lake was very choppy and I started to feel pretty ill, and from the drawn looks on other people's faces, I wasn't the only one...

We got to Copacabana and I booked a ticket for Puno. I walked around a bit, shaking off the seasickness. At one, the bus was supposed to leave, but in true Bolivian fashion we didn't take off till 1.30. Immigration was easy, there were even free toilets, which, in my book, is a sure sign of civilisation.

At about 3, we got to Puno and I took a bicycle taxi to the hotel, where I ran into the Aussie couple from Adelaide! I had a syrupy snack because I was starving and spent a lot of time on the internet catching up, after three days of farmyard animals. Mum told me my DHL package arrived safely!

I went to Tradiciones del Lago and there was a lovely open fireplace. Keiron had told me he didn't like Puno much, but after the cold, the twice daily trout and the feeling of being in the middle of nowhere, Puno felt pleasantly cosmopolitan. What's more, when I got back to the hotel I had a shower and it was HOT. Not just above freezing, not lukewarm, but really and truly hot. I was so happy...