From Puno, we took a bus to Juliaca, where sits a tiny airport. It says international, but that’s “only for emergencies”. From there, we flew back to Lima, and returned to our first hotel - the same room, even! - which is still our favorite (because the room was huge and they gave us water!) As our journey back to the state began at midnight, there was no point in unpacking. We just had to occupy our time until our ride to the airport arrived around nine.
So we went to the Museo Nacional de Arqueología Antropología e Historia del Perú (National Museum of the Archaeology, Anthropology, and History of Peru). We had to go by taxi, and we brought along a friend, who fortunately spoke fluent Spanish, which was great, because our driver had a lot to say about Peru and its history and culture. He agreed to pick us up after we were done, and we told him, I think, 4:30.
We didn’t even get through the entire museum, but I think we covered most of it. It was interesting, and awesome. And pretty amazing. It was like a recap of our entire trip.
And at 4:30, on the dot, our taxi came speeding around the corner, and pulled right up the curb to pick us up and bring us back to the hotel. We met up with our New Friends for a final dinner in Lima, then gathered up our things and hung out playing some game I can’t remember the name of until it was time to go.
Then it was off to the airport, and onto a plane bound for Atlanta. And from there, Seattle – home.