Monday 3 February 2014

From Peru to Bolivia via Lake Titicaca

After a couple of days in massive Cusco I planned to cross into Bolivia over Lake Titicaca, breaking the journey in Copacabana. Shortly after leaving Cusco a fight broke out on the bus between two local men, the older one was grabbed by the scruff of the neck and manhandled off the bus. The border crossing was not without incident either as whilst I was queuing for the last of three passport checks, my coach left without me. I'd randomly decided to keep my backpack etc with me whilst queuing which no one else had. I felt a bit silly but this as it turned out meant I avoided a lot of hassle and/or heartache. There was one bus left on the border at the time and like legends they let me on for a small fee for the last 8km.
 
In Copacabana I walked around and found a room in a hotel run by a traditional Andean matriarch for about £1.80. Heavy thunder and lightning throughout that cold night made the windows vibrate with the base of the thunder, and in the morning I had a cold shower next to an electrical socket. A cold/electrical theme going on! As it was so good I had the local speciality for lunch and dinner, trout from the lake at little lakeside restaurant stalls, whole juicy and crispy fish butterflied so well there wasn't a single stray bone. I must learn how to do that. Friendly Bolivian families running the lakeside stalls, kids included, who would run off to get their mum now and again.
 
I loved Copacabana and thought it was a romantic place. Some beautiful churches and artisan stalls, and at the time it was also, I think, the festival of abundance, where tiny versions of coveted things like cars or houses are celebrated in the hope that the real thing will come in the near future. Traditional dances and Bolivian folkloricas, like Semilla, '5 Pesos' I really liked.
 
The following day the journey from Copacabana involved crossing the last chunk of Lake Titicaca; the double decker bus and all its luggage on one wooden float and its passengers on a separate boat, reunited on the other side and onto La Paz.
 
Other random observations include the discovery of an orange banana, a man wheeling a giant coach tyre through a coach terminal, two very smart pilots on a very bad motorbike, many pedestrian crossing green men animating a sprint rather than a walk, free headphones and WiFi on Cruz del Sur buses along with announcements to close the curtains for personal safety and, sadly, three dead dogs.

Luxury Peruvian coaches

Lima to Cusco

Lima to Cusco

Typical Peruvian coach meal, mmm beef!

Approaching Cusco

Cusco

Some Andean dress in Cusco

Cusco

On the banks of Lake Titicaca

Refuelling Peruvian style

Peru-Bolivia border on Lake Titicaca

Lake Titicaca

Living it up in Copacabana

Beautiful Copacabana

Fresh fish on Lake Titicaca

Festival of Abundance in Copacabana

Lake Titicaca

Coaches on one float, us on another

Copacabana

Copacabana

The Lost City of the Incas

It was great to see some familiar faces back at The Point including two who had missed their US flight with one now working behind the bar instead. I left for a bus ride Cusco which, in the end, turned out to be 24 hours detouring the foot of the Andes. The journey actually fairly quickly for me despite somehow not sleeping at all.
 
I got up in the middle of the night at 2.30 to start my one train, one hike journey to Machu Picchu (actually, that's the mountain next door I was told, it's really the Lost City of the Incas). Part of the train journey hugged the immense, roaring river and passed through lush grassy meadows with grazing ponies. Afterwards, the last 90 minutes of steep, uphill walk I was alone which was a feat considering the craziness that went on below - looks like everyone else took the bus. At least 2,000 people pass through daily and sometimes many thousands more. Learnt about the intelligent, wealthy (in terms of food) Incas who exclusively lived there and all their methods of building and agriculture though my personal highlight was seeing a black and red snake coiled up in a wall. That and the black and red millipede and roaming llamas.

En route to The Lost City of the Incas

En route to The Lost City of the Incas

En route to The Lost City of the Incas

En route to The Lost City of the Incas

En route to The Lost City of the Incas

The Lost City of the Incas

The Lost City of the Incas


The Lost City of the Incas

The Lost City of the Incas

The Lost City of the Incas

The Lost City of the Incas

The Lost City of the Incas

The Lost City of the Incas

The Lost City of the Incas

The Lost City of the Incas

The Lost City of the Incas

The Lost City of the Incas

The Lost City of the Incas

The Lost City of the Incas

The Lost City of the Incas