Buenas tardes señores y señoras.
It seems my brain is about to collapse under the sheer weight of spreadsheets (although I am inordinately proud of the effectives of my “sumproduct” formula, and its effectives at evaluating data according to various criteria, although given the size of the dataset involved, perhaps a dsum would be better, but then the complexity….arrrgggh).
So I’ve decided to take a break and take up the South American story again.
When last we spoke we were halfway through our jaunt around the Peruvian part of Lake Titicaca, on our way to Taquile - an actual island.
We hopped of the boat, and started our walk over the top of the island – the path was nicely paved for a change.
It seems my brain is about to collapse under the sheer weight of spreadsheets (although I am inordinately proud of the effectives of my “sumproduct” formula, and its effectives at evaluating data according to various criteria, although given the size of the dataset involved, perhaps a dsum would be better, but then the complexity….arrrgggh).
So I’ve decided to take a break and take up the South American story again.
When last we spoke we were halfway through our jaunt around the Peruvian part of Lake Titicaca, on our way to Taquile - an actual island.
We hopped of the boat, and started our walk over the top of the island – the path was nicely paved for a change.
The Taquileños live by the creed of don’t be lazy, among other things, so there are no beasts of burden, cars, bikes any sort of labour saving devices on the island (although I saw a tv there, and I reckon it had a zapper doover). This is a view looking back across the lake to Bolivia.
Eucalyptus trees – a strangely familiar sight. Apparently they were introduced by the Spanish from here because they’re hardy, to stop erosion, etc, and now they’re close to being an invasive species.
A more long range shot looking back across the lake. That white bit there is the Cordillera Blanca in Bolivia (sorry the link is in Spanish – the English wiki entry points to the Peruvian one) across the other side of the lake.
This is the main square of the village. The little girl was trying to sell us little woven bracelets – school was on strike – and she enlisted her little brother, who was one of the cutest kids around. We relented and tried to buy one of the kid, but he got scared and ran away. His sister saw the lost sale and whacked him.
So he whacked her back.
Then they collapsed on the ground giggling.
Good times.
We then had to walk back down the other side, which was pretty high – the shot is looking back towards the town of Puno.
And it’s adios from us at Taquile.
Proximo semana – Cusco, el capital del Incas.
2 comments:
By "of the kid" I clearly meant "off the kid". As cute as the kid was, our packs were heavy enough.
Thought for a split second you might have become a little clucky!
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