Isla Del Sol...in sobriety

The sunlight of my consciousness suddenly burst through the tumultuous stormclouds of drunken sleep, and in a flash i was awake. I kicked my dad...´que hora es?´ It was 11;30. Suddenly i recognized that evil head- pounding death. The vice-grip last night still posessed over my well-being. We wrestled ourselves out of our covers and blearily stumbled out into the bright morning sun, in search of some remedy for our maladies. We decided we would trek to the ruins, although every ouce of our bodies screamed no. We found a breakfast place, with some coffee and eggs. We cautiosly sipped the coffee and tenatively poked the eggs. After hassling the huevos but not fully consuming them out of nausea, we trekked to the ruins. After about a half hour of trekking in the hot andean sun atop the island peppered with eucalyptus trees and covered completely in terraces with occasional farms on them, we had no clue where we were. We had not seen a person in twenty minutes of walking. We ambled down to the closest casa, and asked someone, the only person in sight. They pointed further down a road.
Finally we made it, to the ruins in the south of Isla del Sol. This was where the inca king rested. Apparently, the inca first came to this island, but it was too rocky, so they proceeded north to Cuzco, where they founded their capital. This island is where the first inca emperor, his wife, the sun, and the moon were all born, according to legend.
They ruin itself was a 15-roomed stone square building, built on terraces with different levels. It was exquisite, and maze-like. But the best was yet to come.
We picked up some ocarinas and necklaces...beautiful!
That night, we took a nap, and woke just as the sun went down. The supposed best ruins were north on the island 3 hours´ trek. There are no motor vehicles on the island, just donkeys and llamas. We contemplated our plans. The rest of the family was meeting us in Copacabana at 1 the next afternoon. Its a 3 hours boat ride. We debated our options...waking up at 5, trekking with our fat bags for 3 hours, cruising the ruins, and catching a boat from the north back...trekking now, at sundown, walking partilly in the dark, and crashing halfway, then finishing the hike in the morning....or doing the whole trek this night, under the moonlight, and crashing all the way at the north, then checking the ruins in the morning. The last was the most agreeable option, despite the dark 3 hour trek. We made it, but had to scramble over some rocks, a stream , and a forest because we thought there was a path. No matter, we got to the small town at the north, and found a hostel and a boat back the next morning at 1030. We woke at 7, hiked the 45 minutes to the ruins, and checked them out.
And I am so glad we didnt skip them! They were an intricate labrynth of twists and turns, over terraces and in tunnels. The idea was, for the Incas, when the sun goes away its the end of the world, so they built this labrynth to trap the sun every night until the next morning. How cool! There is a well and a ceremonial table, probably for sacrifices. There is a rock that looks like a crouching puma, called Ti´ti kar´ka, which gives Lake Titcaca its name.
We traverse the winding maze, and head back to town for the boat back to Copacabana