cuz I want it that way..tell me why

our day with thePeruvian boyband tour guide, Marco Antonio, who is looking for his JLO, on our bus from Cusco to Puno.
yes, his name was Marco Antonio, though i highly doubt that was his real name. MOst certainly a stage name. And he really looked like a boybander complete with the torn jeans, slick shirt, gelled hair, tweezed eyebrows and slightly effeminate manner. I´m pretty sure he was gay, despite him constantly announcing to the bus that he was looking for his JLO or Cleopatra. oh yeah, this guy had his routine down pat. (though after talking to a Japanese tour guide we found out you have to go to school for 3 years to become a licensed tour guide so it makes sense that our guy had a routine)
In any event, we took the Inka Express down to Puno. It´s a nice tour bus that makes stops along teh way, a 9 hour trip, and takes you to little towns and ruins. well worth the little money it cost. Our first stop was Andahuaylillas, acute little town with a gorgeous old church that was painted top to bottom. They´re about to restore it but it was actually cool to see through the paint and to the structure of the church. All the old woodwork. v. cool. Next up was Raqchi. There were some very large ruins there in a sort of farmlike area in the valley. ANd our lovely boyband guide snuck me, >Steph and an aussie girl into the ¨private¨museum, which we think was actually an archeologists office. def not some whwere we were supposed to be. But it was so cool bec. 2 weeks ago they found some skulls near the ruins. they were really neat looking. but even cooler was a mummy they found that was in a fetal position complete with teeth and some pretty well preserved skin. freaky. AFterwards we headed to Sicuani for a lovely local lunch cooked by some women in the town. v. delicious. It was here we met our new friends from Whales, Lewis and Mark, who at this point were so hung over they hadn´t even gotten off the bus yet, until lunch of course. And our lovely Aussie friend Heather dined with us as well. THe Welsh boys will return to the picture later. But basically the rest of teh busride after lunch they slept.After lunch we went to the highest point of our journey, 4335 meters, La Raya. The view was amazing, but we didn´t stay long since the altitude was so high. Our last stop before PUno was Pukara which had a cute small museum. Then finally we reached our destination of Puno. Just in time for the sky to open up and downpour. We barely had a chance to thank our boybander Marco Antonio and missed saying goodbye to the Welsh boys (or so we thought) and our Aussie friend Heather. But with the weather we had to dart to the taxi and get to our hotel. After being on a bus for 9 hours we were ready to get to the hotel.