After visiting the valley, including the Cruz del Condor, we drove back along the street until we reached the junction with the Transoceanic Road (a road under construction to connect the Pacific coast and the Atlantic one) .
We went on crossing the immense Natural Reserve and met many grazing animals as well as birds (both birds of prey and partridges ) .
We were always at a high altitude ( over 3.800 meters), and we also crossed the Cerro Alto at 4.500 meters.
The shadows of the evening were approaching and a storm darkened the sky while the beautiful lagoon of Lagunillas was still lightened
We arrived in Puno, the main town on Lake Titicaca, during a strong storm .
The next morning we had the pleasant surprise of a beautiful sunny day and, in the distance , right in front of our hotel room , we could see the group of floating islands inhabited by the Uros .
It was like a dream looking at that lake, often imagined but considered almost unattainable for its height (we were at 3.800 meters) .
We quickly reached the islands made with totora reeds. When reeds rot away, the Uros add layers to the top so that the islands do not sink ever.
When you walk there you have the feeling of being on a mattress filled with water.
Using the totora reeds, the Uros also build their characteristic boats ( called “balsas”) characterized by a muzzle of an animal on their bow.
The boats last one year, as maximum duration, then rot .
We moved to the island of Taquile , very long , and we crossed it on foot by climbing from the 3.800 meters of the lake to the 4.050 meters of the village. We could admire beautiful views of the lake .
The women, dressed in traditional costumes, were busy in spinning wool .
The sun was at peak and the heat began to become unbearable , despite the 4.000 meters height.
We made frequent stops, even to watch the beautiful sunsets over the lake.
Far away, on the horizon, almost hidden by the clouds, we saw the island of the Sun which is in Bolivia.
We took more than an hour and a half to get into the village.
It was a pleasure to take a shot of one of the many men busy in knitting (with four irons ! )to get a wool hats.
We went upwards beyond the village and met a number of arches, some very scenic .
The most suggestive one is placed on the summit of the island and, beyond it, there is an interminable flight of steps ( they are 540! ) .