Living in the Clouds

A bus full of tourists crosses the boarder from Peru to Bolivia along side Lake Titicaca with a winding road that gets more rural.

A bright, rich blue sky, high in the atmosphere at 3800meters, causing difficulty in breathing and a dry bloody nose.

Chats start and friends are made.

Arriving at Copacabana as a bright sunset over took the lake, demanding attention, it felt like a great decision to spend some time here. And our hotel was the cheapest and nicest since embarking on this journey.

Two became five as walked to find a restaurant. This small towns character immediately jumps out and introduces itself. Much more a bohemian feeling, this is what i thought i might find earlier on the road. Food and drinks flow, joined with good company and live music, in the cosy eatery. Later on to another bar, learning quickly this is a place people spend a lot of time, drawn because it's "facile y tranquil". People from Argentina, Chile, France, South America work in bars, sell jewellery and play music.


A day spent absorbing the vibes before taking the 1 1/2hour boat trip across the lake to Isla del Sol-birth place of the Incas.

I'm sure the Incas were great, but one can't help getting the feeling that it's all getting milked just a bit too much. Or is it the tourists getting milked? Worth it for the journey and again the opportunity to meet good people, half of which we ate dinner with that night, and facebook names were exchanged, oh my digital identity!

Leaving Copacabana behind, the road curves around the glorious lake, heading towards La Paz-the highest capital in the world.



There's a point where you must cross the lake. People disembark and take the small passenger ferries, whilst the bus is driven aboard a plank of wood, and pulled across by a boat! Safely on the otherside the road trip continues. After a short time I snooze.