Lake Titicaca. Peru.
Lake Titicaca is just at the bottom of my road, but I haven't got the energy this morning to go further than the chemists! The sprawling city of Puno at the north end of this famous lake, sits at staggering 12.500 feet above sea level. It's fairly inevitable that at some point in a journey one's body will rebel against all the changes it's having to cope with. This is what is happening right now with mine, today. After a sleepless night, finding it very heard to breath, with two drunks shouting beneath my bedroom window at 2.30 am ( for almost an hour),I read the symptoms on the Internet this morning for altitude sickness. I am not a severe case. Thank God. I am just a poor patient. I don't have much patience with myself when my body is in discomfort, and a wee bit of panic tends to rear it's head. At 3.30am (this morning) I got dressed, went onto my balcony, and asked very nicely if the two ' chicos '( young men) below could do me a grea...