Copacabana is gorgeous. My hotel, a grand colonial style building, a little dogeared, is perched slightly up on a hill
. It is a three stories high with a large central courtyard in the middle of which sits a dormant fountain. In one corner is a table that has complimentary coca tea, bananas and these white styrofoam like peanut shaped things which are sold all over town (must find out what those are). Big sofas and chairs fill out the rest of the courtyard. My 10 dollar room has a private baņo and a view of Lago Titicaca. The town is a beautiful respite from the horn-honking, diesel fumed, hustler infused, hustle and bustle of Cusco and Puno. The people are great. The lake is gleaming. And it is cheap. A (real) coffee and an omelette set me back two dollars, with tip.
Looks like Bolivia might just rock.
So far, so good! Although this getting up early to do stuff is getting a bit tired. [no headache last night but man, it is like you wake up gasping for air--weird.] For a whopping five dollars, the Colectur Bus service to Bolivia sends a cab to your hotel in Puno. It takes you to the terminal and four hours later the bus drops you in Copacabana. The bus is jammed with backpackers from all over. The boarder crossing is smooth. You get off on the peruvian side, they retrieve your entry visa, stamp your passport and send you on your way. You walk across to the bolivian side. They stamp your passport and provide you with an entry visa and send you on your way. Half hour later we are in Copacabana where they charge you 1 boliviano entry tax (12 cents) before you can get off the bus.