Copacabana

The drive to Copacabana took us past Lake Titicaca which is the highest navigable lake in the world and it is so huge it looks like an ocean. The views were amazing and the landscape was lush and green, with Inca terraces patterning the hillsides. We crossed a part of the lake in a little boat taxi while the truck was taken across on a bigger ferry.

Copacabana has a beach on the lake and quite a hippy community. The shops sold a lot of handmade jewelry, bags and hats, but Dee managed to resist. We bumped into a couple of familiar faces from our first leg, Shorty and Jemma from the original Team Oz, so we had a couple of cocktails with them before they had to leave by bus to their next destination.

Dee wanted to sort out the trucks medical kit that evening, so I went out for some food and a few drinks, which soon turned into a lot of drinks. All the bars in Copacabana close at 11pm, which was probably a good thing seeing as I had spent the last of the Bolivianos on booze. Carl, who hadn't drunk for 10 days, took his usual drunken position of slumped over asleep in the corner, while I managed to find some stickers and stick them all over Simon's back without him noticing. Unfortunately I had spent the money which I was supposed to buy Dee’s dinner with, so she wasn't happy with me coming back late, drunk and broke. She refused to talk to me for the next day when we crossed the border into Peru to see the floating islands of Uros.