The drive to Copacabana involved crossing Lake Titicaca. We all got out of the truck and crossed on a small speed boat but the truck crossed on a wooden raft. So with our fingers crossed we stood and watched the truck coming across the lake hoping it wouldnt sink as apparently there are many trucks at the bottom of the lake. The truck having made it safely across meant we could carry on with our journey. We gave a lift to two little boys who played small guitar type instruments for us. When we arrived we went to dinner at a place that belonged to the guide taking us on the trip the next day. I had pumpkin soup and Lasagne. After that we went to bed ready for the next day.

We got up quite early as we had to be at the docks at 8.30am for our trip to the Sun Island, which was the birthplace of the Incas. At the docks was a giant anchor statue with lots of wooden piers and small speed boat type boats next to them. We met our guide who gave us our packed lunch to put in our backpacks and showed us to the pier where our boat was. We joined the queue and by the time we got to the boat the bottominside seating area was full. These boats had seats on the roof and the man signaled us to get on the boat and sit on the roof. At this point our leaders Claire and Tony shouted us to say ¨dont get on the boat its too full, wait for the next one¨. So we all had to move along the pier and squash up so people behind us could get on the roof. The boat filled up but it was waiting for petrol before it could go. We were stuck balancing on the end of a very rickety old wooden pier which every so often moved and creaked. None of us were convinced it was that safe but we couldnt get back to the land for the queue. After about 15 minutes the boat was finally loaded with petrol and about to move when we heard a loud CRACK! The pier snapped! The crack was a little way infront of me and all I saw was the the people infront of me slowly drop down into the water with an ARGHHHH!! I was quite near the end so the piece of wood I was stood on was still out of the water. I shuffled backwards a bit away from the water. Although I was still dry at this point the pier sloped down into the water infront of me, so to get back to the land I was going to have to get wet. I could see Jake clinging to an empty boat on the left and Collette hanging on to the full boat on the right and other people scrambling back up the broken pier to get to the land. The people on the boat started to to pull people out of the water but as they did this it caused the piece of wood that me and two others were standing on to sink! I ended up in Lake Titicaca, knee deep! Instead of going straight ahead and getting wet to the shoulders we were to get on the boat and then get off the other side on a different pier. A man helped pull me into the boat but I banged my knee getting into the boat. I went to the other side of the boat but it was quite a big gap to the pier. I didnt really want to jump and I didnt trust the pier to catch me. There were two men in army uniformstood on the pier and on of them pointed to a rope on the side of te boat. I picked up the rope and threw it to them. hey pulled the boat nearer the pier so we could just step off the boat. I made it back to dry land. We went back to the hotel to change clothes. My knee had a bit of a bump on it and hurt a bit to bend but I was ok. A french guy dislocated his shoulder and broke his collar bone, Ouch!

After we were changed we had the option to still go on a later boat or just spend the day looking around Copacabana. I chose to stay as my knee was hurting slightly and I didnt fancy doing a 14km hike up hill with it. We looked around the markets and sat in the sun. In the evening we ate at a mexican restaurant.

Our last day in Bolivia was certainly a memorable one!!!