The one where Lynne played dress ups

More on the dress ups in a minute, first a re cap of the past few days.
Paul, the Australian living in London, and his English friend Rena and I decided to have a big night out for our last night out in Cusco. Was heaps of fun. Went to a bar called Fallen Angel which had fish aquariums for tables and amazing art on the walls. Then went to Mama Africa, another bar, where the music ranged from salsa, to bad 80s, to techno. Stumbled home at 3am, to be up again at 6am for a bus to Puno. Thank god for travel sickness tablets to help me sleep on bus.

Puno is on the shores of Lake Titicaca. By now our group is down to 5 people. An Australian couple in their 50s, and me, Paul and Rena. Thank god us 3 get along really well cause id be struggling without those 2. Paul has had me laughing for nearly 2 weeks now.

Our first chance to play dress ups was on a floating reed island, where a family got me and Paul to wear traditional costumes. Ill post the pictures on facebook some time. They are hilarious. That started a full day of giggling for me. I cant believe i turn 35 tomorrow. So mature.

We travelled by boat to Amantani Island, to stay with a family. Now these people live without electricity or running water. Im talking no flushing toilets, no mobile phones, no internet and no tv. Amazing to think they still do that in 2009.

Paul, Rena and I stayed with one family, who didnt speak English so we got by on my limited Spanish. They cooked us lunch, which was potatoes and soup, and dinner, potatoes and rice. More giggling.

Then it was our second time to play dress ups. Rena and I wore lovely black ruffle skirts, embroidered shirts and cumberband style belts that made it hard to breathe. Especially when we are 4,000 m above sea level.

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Then it was Pauls turn to start the giggling because he only had to wear a colourful beanie that covered his ears, and a big woollen poncho.

Then came the time when we put dignity aside. Us 3 professionals in our 30s were taken to a local hall and shown how to dance the Armantani Island way, with men playing local instruments. They got us each up to dance, and the whole thing went for an hour. We were glad when it was over. Included was a locomotion style bop around the hall. As Paul said We Shall Never Speak Of This Again. That set my giggling off again.

We are glad to be back on the mainland now, with flushing toilets and showers.