After Uros, I took a two plus hour motorboat ride over to Taquile. This place was an incredibly poor town. I stumbled upon an electoral debate and did a bit of shopping before lunch. The trout that was prepared was incredible.
On the walk down the hill back to the boat a little boy came running up to me pointing to the shiny wrapper of the granola bar tucked in the outside pocket of my pack. After realizing he was starving (an orphan perhaps?) I grabbed the bar (my last one) and gave it to him. I looked up only to be surrounded by five little ones fighting for the bar. This situation is one of the many reasons why people need to travel. Ignorance is based upon our own failure not to see the other side.
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