Deepest darkest Peru – Part 1

Our whirlwind tour of Peru is now officially at an end; I am writing this post from the comfort of our apartment in Mexico City (and also very glad to be back on the continent of North America once again!). At the conclusion of my previous post (see here), we had just hopped on the Bolivia Hop overnight bus from Copacabana, Bolivia, to Cusco, Peru. The border crossing took place in a small, dusty town on the shore of the lake called Kasani. We were with a group of about 30 backpackers, and were herded like sheep from the Bolivian immigration control office to the Peruvian office by our guides (one Bolivian and one Peruvian). You literally have to walk across a no-mans land to get there, but there is no gate, so the many stray dogs can come and go as they please, the lucky devils. Continue reading “Deepest darkest Peru – Part 1”