After hearing such great things about how cheap and beautiful the Bolivian side of Lake Titicaca is, we headed straight across the border for Copacabana. We checked ourselves into a craphole…but boy was it cheap! It may be hot in the day, but by night it is chilly as hell. So we found ourselves huddled around a fire, fully clothed, hogging all the heat.
Unfortunately, we awoke to a rather gloomy, stormy day, but being on a tight time schedule we stuck with our guns and got the boat across to Isla del Sol. This may have been a mistake, as there were too few seats, so we ended up sat on the floor, surrounded by people vomiting due to the rough water. We went to the north of the island and found ourselves in a pretty deserted little town and in a half-built hostel. Determined to make the most of the day, we walked even further north to find some Inca ruins. Legends says that Isla del Sol is the spot where the sun came out of the earth and made its way into the sky. It is also apparently the place where the first Incas appeared. So basically, it’s quite an important place.
|Black and white is always a winner|
|MEG! Where did you spring from?|
|Might want to lay off the hot dogs|
|So strong, so sexy|
Unfortunately, the heavens opened on us yet again and we found ourselves trudging back to the half-built hostel sodden and without a glimmer of a smile.
As luck would have it, after a freezing cold and breezy night (the windows didn’t work very well), the sun finally made an appearance and we set off on a trek down to the south of the island with sunshine beating down on us. It was a beautiful walk and we could finally appreciate the splendor of the lake and the snow-capped mountains that surround it. The walk wasn’t too hard either. We had a few hours to kill before the boat back, so we hung out at a nice little restaurant beside the dock, and thawed ourselves out in the sun.
Unfortunately, the better weather didn’t result in a calmer boat ride back, and yet again we were left feeling sick and with the smell of other people’s stomach contents in our nostrils.
|Receiving petals from an admirer|
|The only form of transport|
|I'm so happy, I could jump|
|There it is|