I got up early at 7am to catch my ferry back to the mainland. However as I stood waiting at the dock, 8 Aymara Indians ran past me, jumped in a nearby boat, engine started up it and it sailed off. I was left bemused and was then approached by an American hippy from Hawai. She spoke to me in Spanish and said that tourists can only get in on if there aren't enough locals. Great! I spoke to a Canadian hippy who told me if there was enough of us, an old man wou...

Beata walked off into the town while I sorted out all my stuff. I sat on the hostel balcony relaxing and walked into the town with the sun shining brightly and clear blue skies. I feel so refreshed after catching up on my sleep. I walked down to the Wayra bar and ordered a menu del dia. The main course was trout of course! I was slurping my sweetcorn soup when I saw Beata so she joined me for lunch. We then walked around the streets of Copacabana and bumped into ...

We were picked up at 8am by our bus which was full of other gringoes. I was seated next to Beata and so we chatted for most of the journey through the mountians and coastal roads. We eventually reached the Peruvian customs border and changed our Soles for Bolivianos. We then ealked up the 200m hill to the Bolivian border and passed through unhindered with another stamp in the passport. The sun was shining brightly when we arrived in the scenic town of Copac...