Into Bolivia and a sad day

I took a really cheap and local bus to Puno because it was the only going at the time I got to the bus station. It took 8 hours not 6, and I don´t think the bus had been cleaned since it was first built. Puno has dump like qualities, but I did have a nice tour to the floating islands in the morning on Lake Titicaca which was really nice and was able to escape the same day on bus accross the border to Bolivia and made a horrible discovery. I had left my priceless towel and much treasured Indian scarf that was a present, the scarf was one of those really useful items, a towel, a sarong, a hat, a dust mask, an eye mask, sun protection, cold protection, a pillow case and a bit of history. My towel had travelled around the world with with me several times, and accompanied me on my first big trip. It´s not like me to lose things and it was like loosing some old friends. And as Ford Prefect said "If you want to survive out here, you've got to know where your towel is". Travelling has become a chore rather than a joy through since leaving Colombia, I think its time to go home.