06.03.2015 - 08.03.2015
Coming out of La Paz was the worst bit of traffic we've come across. People ignore red lights and there is no such thing as lanes. With there not being any bus stops, the mini buses would stop wherever they like making it very slow and quite dangerous. It took us over an hour to do 20 kilometres but we were finally out of La Paz.
The short ride to Copacabana was an extremely pleasant one with the majority of it with Lake Titicaca on our left. To get to Copacabana we had to cross our small, very shaky wooden boot. After having seen coaches go on it we decided it would hold our two small bikes. The remaining 40kms was an even nicer drive with the lake on both sides, probably the most enjoyable yet. It had a mix of everything - up and downhill, enjoyable corners, smooth road and stunning views.
Copacabana is a small town by Lake Titicaca (the highest navigable body of water in the world and the biggest in South America by volume) with a number of cheap restaurants and a lot of hippies. It made a nice change from the hustle of La Paz. For lunch we enjoyed rainbow trout, fresh from the lake, in a little hut on the shore. Bellies full we climbed to the cemetery at the top of the hill enjoying the views and really seeing how big the lake is. We met with Ariel later on, our Argentinian friend from Sucre, for another catch up and cheap cocktails. Knowing we had a 8:30 boat to an island the next day this may not have been the best choice.
After missing our 8:30am boat to Isla del Sol we caught the later one. Our boat was, we thought, supposed to go to the South of the island but when we docked half way up the island and asked around we found out the boat was heading for the North. We were in the middle of the island and told that our only option was to walk to the South. The hike to the South was actually very enjoyable and took us through some very remote bits of the islands. There was a path for a very short while and afterwards we ended up slightly lost in the middle of terraced farming fields. There wasn't much in the town so missing the early boat and then getting on the wrong one, in the end, weren't the worst mistakes.
After managing to find an open restaurant on the quiet island we endured a freezing night in a hostel that offered little protection as it was a very basic concrete room. In the morning we hiked to a ruin, The Temple of The Sun, and honestly it was pretty disappointing and looked like some of the deserted cottages in Donegal, Ireland.
We returned back to Copacabana and hoped the border crossing into Peru would go as smoothly as the one into Bolivia.