On the bus journey from La Paz to Copacabana on the shores of Lake Titicaca, the bus suddenly stopped and we were all made to get out. We weren´t really sure what was going on, and it turned out that we had to cross the lake on small passenger ferries whilst the bus went accross on a bigger ferry. No one had mentioned this to us when we were buying the tickets so it was all very confusing! As we had beaten the bus accross the lake we decided that we had time to quickly race to some public toilets, and despite being really really quick, when we came back out we couldn't find the bus, which gave us another small panic attack for a moment until realised it was waiting around a corner!
We got to Copacabana just in time for sunset. As the bus pulled into the town, a guy came on the bus offering a cheap hotel - 20 soles (5GBP) for a private ensuite room - which was perfect as we hadn't been organised enough to sort anything out before hand. Copacabana turned out to be a very quiet place with not a lot going on, so after watching the sunset with a mate de coca from some deckchairs along the shoreline, we managed to find a restaurant that actually had some other people in it and had a quiet night out with pizza and Bolivias version of pisco sours.
In the morning we jumped on a small ferry to the Isla del Sol, which turned out to be the slowest boat in the world! It took us 2 hours to get to the north of the island, where we visited a small museum then started following the walking trail to some ruins on the north, accross the ridge of the island and down to the south where we could take the ferry back to the mainland later that afternoon.
Now with Lake Titicaca (stop giggling at the name!) being at 3,812m elevation above sea level, and the walk along the ridgeline meaning climbing a couple of hundred meters even higher, the high altitude walk felt pretty tough going in places!
The island is famous for being the place where The Inka God appeared from behind a rock and created the sun, moon and stars, and you can still so-say see the impression of his face in the rock - we definitely weren´t convinced! As we had been cold pretty much all the time so far in Bolivia, we had only put sunscreen on our faces and had not expected to be able to take our sweaters off. However the island lived up to its name, and as the sun came out we stripped down to our t-shirts we got sunburnt! We made it to the south of the island just in time to finish with a quick quinoa soup and glass of wine with a few people we had met on the walk, before getting the boat back. It was a shame the returning boat wasn´t an hour or two later, as there were some more parts of the island that we didnt have time to go and visit, it was just long enough to walk from end to end, but I guess that's how they normally encourage people to stay overnight on the island... if only we had had more time!
Hopefully by reading this title I have just put the Barry Manilow song on repeat through your heads, so you can appreaciate the torture I was going through for the duration of my stay here!