Still on Lake Titicaca, we're just back from a boat trip out to where the Uros people have lived for centuries on floating islands built of layers of reed. It felt strange to walk on the damp, squishy, un-solid surface and think that people spent their whole lives there. The houses, boats and handicrafts were also made of reed, and it's even burned as fuel for cooking in their clay ovens. The only concessions to modernity were small solar panels attached to the thatched reed roofs of their huts.
Ned's intrepidness nearly became his undoing as he followed a dog between some huts and fell through a gap in the islands. Luckily I saw him plunge into the lake and managed to pull him out in the nick of time, soaking wet and a bit shaken, but thankfully un-hurt.
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