The fact that the place is hidden that you can only appraise it from the doorway makes this first sight completely overwhelming.
Once we got out of the narrow canal, the rowboat got deep into the Sandoval Lake waters. After a long time, we noticed a silhouette that followed us closely… in just a few minutes a black caiman of almost three meters long came up close. The guide assured us that although it comes near the boats, it isn’t considered dangerous. His statement didn’t calm me down…
It was an awakening. Everything started in the flight we took from Lima to Juliaca; you have to fly to Juliaca to then take a bus to Puno. We were only a few tourists in the plane, the vast majority of the passengers were locals. Upon boarding, I noticed a tiny elderly woman sitting in one of the first few seats of the plane.
When the plane started descending, through the window, we could see the Andes Mountains conquering the clouds. Closer to the landing strip, a few miles from the coast, the image appeared to have been pulled out of a National Geographic magazine: almost twenty cargo ships anchored near each other. The vessels beautified the greenish blue sea with their red, yellow and purple colors. On the shore, at a considerable distance, two and three-story buildings painted in pink, orange and green shades were seen; like bright earrings adorning a teenage girl’s visage.