4 December 2005 - At the Copa..., Copacabaaaanaaaa....la la la

I am extremely sunburnt after having spent the last two days on the Island of Sun (hmm, had I been slightly more intellegent I may have anticipated this...). After barely surviving my mountain biking trip down "The Worlds Most Dangerous Road" (I fell off half way down and cried like a big girl, leaving half my knee and most of my elbow behind), I left La Paz to meet up with Diane at Copacabana. From there, we got the ferry over to the Island of the Sun and determined to shake the tourist crowd hired a boat to the south of the island. We found the hostal in the guide book, on a deserted beach, with panoramic views of Lake Titicaca. However, we weren´t hardcore enough for the bathroom arrangements (a pit watched over by a very curious llama), so decided to walk to the nearest village, Ch´llapampa. A local assured us it was about a half-an-hour walk, which it would have been, if we´d taken the road. But I decided that we could just walk around the cliff. A hour later, I was clinging to the cliff face trying to pass my backback down to Diane, who was balanced on a rock thigh deep in Lake Titicaca. Dave (a Texan I had met on the bus to La Paz) was busy taking pictures of the girly girls who refused to just get in the Lake and walk it. We eventually made it to Ch´llapampa after abandoning the "short cut" and climbing up to the road. Had I not be carrying the equivilent of a small person on my back, I would have quite enjoyed it.

Hungry, must eat.

Ciao