Proxima para; Peru

From one side of Lake Titicaca to the other, from Copacabana I crossed into Peru to the nothing-to-write-home-about town of Puno. Of more interest here than the town itself are the unique and unbelievable floating islands, still inhabitated by what looks to be the final generation of the Quecha speaking fisherman culture, now entirely reliant on tourism to survive. A trip to the islands is worth the feeling of exploitation however, just to see with your own eyes that the impossible sounding engineering actually works-everything in the village, even the 'land' upon which it's built is artfully constructed using the reeds at Lake Titicaca. But you wouldn't want to be in a hurry for the toilet, which is on a separate island a 10 minute boat trip away!!

The feeling of exploitation continued a little when a guy at the bus station messed me around with my bus to Cuzco, resulting in me paying money for services I didn't actually get (we were meant to stop at some interesting places along the way but my new ticket didn't include the entry costs because he switched my voucher for a ticket on his company instead of the one I booked!!). But it's funny how things work out, and I ended up meeting an Aussie girl who I spent the next week or so with in Cuzco where we had such a blast!! There are some places that attract hoards of backpackers and Cuzco +Loki hostel is definitely one of them! On a hill overlooking the beautiful city of Cuzco with it's Inka walls and terracotta rooves, the puffing climb up the hill to Loki was well worth it, and after about a week there I found myself seriously tempted to take up their offer requesting workers. I don't know if it was the people, the place or a maybe a bit of both but it was a really fun week-- not to mention the activities around Cuzco outside bar-hours!

From Cuzco stretches the Sacred Valley, right up to the pinnacle of Inka ruins-Machu Picchu of course. But before seeing the main event, it's nice to take in some of the lesser known places such as Sachsaywaman {'sexy woman' to the tourists!} and the churches around Cuzco which were built by the Spanish on sacred Inkan sites, but still contain elements of the Inkan constructions and beliefs cleverly incorporated by the slaves the Spanish used for their construction. But wandering around looking at ruins can get a bit dull after a while, so for a different view I decided to take to the air and signed up for paragliding with Linda. Let me tell you, I don't think there is a better way to see the Sacred Valley than sitting up there taking in the view of snow capped peaks rooted in a lush green valley dotted with towns and surrounded by ruins of ancient times past. It was totally chevre {cool}!!

So the anticipation was building to see Machu Picchu, and the talk at the hostel is all about "have you been? When are you going? What trek are you taking?". So it was time to get going, and the next day we were picked up at 7 to start the journey to the most impressive Inkan ruins around....

'At the Copa, Copacabana....'

Yeah well not the same one, but whatever, I had that song stuck in my head pretty much the whole time I was there! And I was glad to actually get there really because my original bus (yep another bus story...) I´d booked crashed in the morning and so didn´t pick me up, and then apparently there were road blocks that meant no other buses were leaving until the afternoon. The one I did eventually take still didn´t go the usual route, and instead took us on several dusty backroads through many sleepy and traditional farming communities (it still amazes me that the women are out ploughing paddocks dressed in long skirts and sandals with their donkeys ).

The main attraction in Copacabana, other than the highest-navigable-lake-in-the-world thing, is the Isla De Sol, where apparently the Inca creation legend began. So one loooooong and cold (well it might not´ve been that long really...) ferry ride later I arrived at the island to see some ruins and take a 3 hour-ish walk from North to South to take it in the lovely views. Apart from feeling a little exploited by the numerous entry fees (even if they are pittance each) and two cheeky little girls wanting payment for photos, the actual walk was beautiful in the streaming sun and it was great to see some water again having been stuck in deserts for a while. The size of the lake made you feel like you could´ve been at the sea, it was very difficult to see the mountains on the other side in the morning, until the clouds lifted in the afternoon and the snow-capped peaks emerged. At one point though, I totally forgot where I was as the path took me through a grove of Eucalypts. Apparently old zoological habits die hard and I shook my head as I realised I´d been gazing into the treetops briefly in search of koalas!!!

My favourite thing in Copacabana though was stumbling across the local afternoon tea hangout. A cafe called ¨2 de Febrero¨ (all the cafes, streets etc have the same names pretty much: important historical dates, famous leaders or cities around the country), which was a big room lined around the edges with little stalls where women stood behind stacks of mugs stirring big pots of boiling milk, water and api, a sweet purple drink made with corn, cinnamon, cloves, lemon and sugar. The place was packed and I had to circle several times before finding an empty table to order a cafe con leche to warm up (it gets pretty freezing at night at these heights despite the warm sunny days!). As I was sitting there I was joined by two other families and found myself squeezed at the end of the table unable to get out until they too had finished their drinks and Bolivia style doughnuts smothered in caramel sauce (surprisingly good!). As I was working out my Spanish to ask the two teenage girls what exactly the api they were drinking is made of, I heard through the giggles that they were obviously working out their English to talk to me. So when I caught them say ¨where are you from?¨I replied entiendo (I understand) with a smile. And so with a bit of Spanglish I had a nice little chat with the girls before going on my way to dinner with a lovely couple from Manchester who I´d met on the boat.

And that, sadly, was my last stop in Bolivia. Next day I was off to Peru to see the other side of Titicaca and start the journey to Inca central - Cuzco.