You don't have to search for today's destination on the map. From Cuzco you get to Puno after a 400 km. journey. From there you can get to lake Titikaka close to the border with Bolivia.
When we are about 300 km. away from Puno, the night starts falling, so we are looking for a place to camp. We pass by some villages, but noone seems fit. We see a sign that says "To Four Lakes" and we unanimously decide to go there.
After seven km we are at an altitude of about 4.000 m. and we see the lakes, three of which as we find out later have fresh water and the fourth salty.
We camped at the bank of the salty one. The dark is absolute and we see the closest village nearby on the other side of the lake. We don't know the name of the area where we are or the name of the village.
We camp and listen to the frogs and some birds that probably want to protect their young ones from us. We set up our kitchen and cook under the starlight and some threatening clouds.
After dinner it starts drizzling but I don't want to go to bed yet. Akis and Voula get in their tent and I in mine. I open my laptop to watch a movie - the one that got the Oscar, I forget its name.
Luckilly no water came into my tent but I wasn't worried because I was engrossed by the movie and thought I was in Iraq. I didn't know if my tent was in a safe spot but I didn't want to make negative thoughts. So I fell asleep and the laptop battery ran out.
When I woke up the rain had stopped and instead of roosters there were donkeys welcoming the day. A while later a flock of sheep arrived all curious about my tent. The shepherd dog peed on it. It was probably about 7 o' clock. I greeted the shepherds and yelled at the dog that peed my tent.
Voula and Akis are still asleep and I need a big cup of coffee, but I don't want to wake them up.
I see a fisherman at the lake. He tells me that he has no luck today. In a while he has caught his first fish. He didn't need any more. That was the food for the day. Life is very simple here. I ask the fisherman whose name is Alexander whether he is happy.
"Everyone talks about heaven. I know there is a heaven with four lakes, like this one" he says and I am convinced that happines depends on the small things. With this thought I joined the others for breakfast. Later we decide to continue our journey to the border with Bolivia.
Five km away we see another unknown village. There is a market and being the bigger village of the area everyone has come to shop. This is the most authentic market I have seen so far. So colourful - a delight for the eyes. We mingled with the locals and enjoyed every moment.
Once again I realize what an amazing country this is. Mark this village, search for it on the map and discover it.
The journey is going on,
Grab your sack and join me...