The morning after the night before. Both Katie and I were moving relatively slowly as we had to pack up and leave Cusco Pardo to move back to Pariawanna for our last day in Cusco.

Unfortunately as our room wasn't available till 1 we went out too keep ourselves amused. In our tired and hungover states we decided to pamper ourselves was necessary. Cusco is full of women offering beauty treatments, to which we finally gave in as Katie got a pedicure and I got a massage.
The rest of the day revolved around sleeping, eating and planning our movements for the next few days.

We booked for the following day a morning bus to Puno where we stop off before carrying on to Bolivia. We left the hostel at 7am the next morning to get said bus. Although running to Peruvian time it was incredibly leisurely and left over half an hour late.
The bus dropped as in Puno early afternoon. I was less then impressed with Puno. There seemed to be very little about the town and was keen to move on the next day. We spent the night in a Quecha's Packpackers. Am averagely nice hostel but less than desirable area.

It was again another early morning start as we had to catch our 7.30 bus to Copacabana. This was not long journey and probably the easiest border crossing we have done.

Copacabana, is one of the busiest Bolivian towns on the edge of Lake Titicaca. It is extremely touristy as the main road down to the lake is full of hostels and restaurants. We had previously booked into Hostel Imperial so headed to find where it was. The hostel has a great location on the main road, however, initially with no running water we were not thrilled. The owners although not speaking a word of English were absolutely lovely so we decided to stick out ( a decision we soon regretted).

Our stay in Copacabana lasted three nights. On the second day we visited the church, which is highlighted as one of the main tourist attractions of the town. Having previously visited the lake the day before, it wasn't hard to feel that there wasn't much else to do. We later watched the World Cup Final whilst having lunch, before organising our trip to Isla del Sol the next day.

Again an early start as we headed down to the lake at 8 in the morning. A two hour boat journey later, on the slowest boat in the world, we arrived at the island. There was the choice to do an hour tour of the ruins and/or a three hour hike. With fear it would be cutting it too close to catch our boat back and not actually being able to understand the guide we opted to just do the walk from the North to the South of the island.

Luckily we found two Americans who we were able to tag along with for fear of being lost. I am pretty sure we did do a different trail to originally intended, but two hours later we arrived on the South of the island. It was nice to actually get to do some walking after having missed the trek, but it further convinced me I would have struggled had I gone. The views on the island were incredible and made the whole walk even more enjoyable.

Again at half three we took our places on the boat and at a swimmers pace arrived back in Copacabana at five for our last night on the island.