Lakeside living...

Titicaca.

Say it with me now...

TI-TI-CA-CA

Now apparently it is a mix of the Amarya and Quecha language which translatesto mean ´Puma-stone´, but personally I am convinced that there was some Inca wise man out there in the 13th century, pissing his pants over the knowledge that some 700 years hence there would be a bunch of english speaking tourists pissing themselves laughing at water´s edge.

Regardless of what it is called, it is an impressive body of water. The world´s highest navigable lake or so they tell us. It has many an interesting feature too, the most faskinating of which are the Uros, or floating Islands.

Floating what now?

Ok, so you may have guessed that I have finally made my move from Arequipa - with much sadness, I must admit- and am now on the road again. I made my peace with the lake´s gods from the pleasant port town of Puno. It was in Puno as well that I had the pleasure of meeting up with Ms Rebecca Roberts, who as chance had it, was also dallying in the region. Two enjoyable nights on the town with a variable cast of other travellers were had - much crap was talked and the world´s problems, while probably not solved, were at the very least beaten around the head with a dead fish.

I am now in Lima, where there is some civil unrest at the prospect of the creation of a free trade agreement with the USA(apparently like all good things, there are just no original protest issues anymore). Then I move onto a small town outside of Trujillo to teach english to the locals, both kiddies and adults.

Education has not seen anything like this since that gay teletubbie...

The thing is that this town does not have internet connection, so my postings to site may become somwhat more sporadic. Than it already is, I mean.

Rest assured I love you all still and do little choreographed dances of joy whenever I receive word from you. So make me practice my dancing.

Rock and Roll.

Paddy.