The Fall of Team Cali Caliente

Turns out computer access is more of an option than we expected, you lucky readers you. I´m sitting at an internet cafe (which, like all other forms of business in Peru, is in someone´s home) right outside Puno´s international bus station. O, so you picked up the word international. My, how clever of you. The three of us have decided to extend the adventure across the border into Bolivia. Our first stop will be the famous Copacabana, and from there we´ll see. We´re spontaneous folk after all.
Now that the ateed is covered lets get out some avar. The past two days have been incredible, and I´ll do my best to do them justice. I´ll start with two nights ago. After some form of activity that escapes my foggy memory, we passed what appeared to be some kind of festival outside the main cathedral. The locals were dancing to a huge live band and passing around some form of warm, homemade, delicious alcohol. Now when you hear me say delicious and alcohol in the same sentence, you know its the truth. We were pulled into a circle dance, where our jewish upbringing came quite in handy. Jed of course was in his element.
The next morning we decided to go to the floating island, Uros, and spend the night. When we got there we realized that as awesome as these islands are (woven out of reeds, the islands float in the middle of Titicacca), there didn´t seem to be much activity on the first one we stopped at. However, after we made up our minds to go back to Puno, the boat took us to another little island that had woven huts that we could sleep in, a quaint little restaurant and at least some amount of life. We changed our minds again and decided to try a tribal, authentic floating island stay. After about an hour on the island, a local offered to row us around for a little. Our response was immediate, and despite some buyer´s remorse we chose to accept the offer. He ended up rowing us to a nearby island that was in the midst of a volleyball tournament. We happily agreed to join, and played a few games against the local girls. I´m not at all ashamed to admit that they destroyed us, to Avi´s great frustration. After that we returned to the island and spent the night, however, the beauty of the starlit lake and the lights of the distant Puno were somewhat lost on us as we all went to bed early with headaches. For a complete account of how terrible we felt, give Avi a call, as he´s still recovering from a fitful night of vomitting, fiery diarhea and a monstrous headache. Ever the optimist, he did mention that vomitting into the lake was the most scenic bout of nautia he´d ever experienced.
Now that the lovely image of Avi firing out of both ends is lodged unmercifully into your brains, I will bid you adou until my next opportunity to frustrate myself enormously with foreign keyboards.