Crummy Copocabana
Trip Start
Oct 05, 2007
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Trip End
Oct 04, 2008
We arrived in the frigging freezing town of copocabana on the shore of Lake Titicaca - the highest navigable lake in the world - in the dark and found our way to a hostel and settled in to our room complete with subtle fragrence of sewage! After a vile supper it was an early night to prepare for our early start to Isla del Sol - birthplace of the Incas!
After a stupidly salty pancake (never a good way to start the day) we were shivering our way to the island at a water snails pace - seriously i could have swam faster - if it wasnīt for the fact that the water would ahve killed me in seconds!
Finally we arrived at the north end of the island and armed with very very sour skittles begun oru very uninteresting treck/stumble/crawl to the south end! My misery turned to disgust when we had to pay road tax! Had I used some form of transport other than my feet to get up those bloody hills well then maybe.... but when you have to pay 5 bolivianos three times (six times what you pay to SIT on a bus forever), when quite frankly you donīt want to be on the sodding island, climbing the sodding hills anyway, well thats somthing alltogether different!!
Eventually we made it (peniless) and floated back (I swear the enjine noise was on a tape recorder and the boat was infact powered by hampsters - it is the only way to explain the speed or lack there of)!!
Safly back on dry land we solved our money problems - no ATMs in Copocabana - booked a bus, had another dissapointing meal (not great cooks the Bolivians) and after another smelly nights sleep - sewage scent not so subtle anymore - we got the hell out of there - Chiao Bolivia!!
After a stupidly salty pancake (never a good way to start the day) we were shivering our way to the island at a water snails pace - seriously i could have swam faster - if it wasnīt for the fact that the water would ahve killed me in seconds!
Finally we arrived at the north end of the island and armed with very very sour skittles begun oru very uninteresting treck/stumble/crawl to the south end! My misery turned to disgust when we had to pay road tax! Had I used some form of transport other than my feet to get up those bloody hills well then maybe.... but when you have to pay 5 bolivianos three times (six times what you pay to SIT on a bus forever), when quite frankly you donīt want to be on the sodding island, climbing the sodding hills anyway, well thats somthing alltogether different!!
Eventually we made it (peniless) and floated back (I swear the enjine noise was on a tape recorder and the boat was infact powered by hampsters - it is the only way to explain the speed or lack there of)!!
Safly back on dry land we solved our money problems - no ATMs in Copocabana - booked a bus, had another dissapointing meal (not great cooks the Bolivians) and after another smelly nights sleep - sewage scent not so subtle anymore - we got the hell out of there - Chiao Bolivia!!

