Crossing the Border

We reluctantly took our leave from Drupadi and Gopals´ house and headed for the Bolivian border. The bus ride to Puno was cold and featured the worst food we had eaten yet- Leah´s fault, she bought the mouth puckeringly-salty cheese sandwiches and the big loaf of mouldy tasting bread. Our trip to the border itself started with an incredibly full van (see drawing below, but add in an extra row of people facing backwards), and finished with a bicycle taxi that couldn´t make it up the hill to Bolivia; we had to walk while the driver pushed our stuff. On the Bolivian side, we spent a night on the very scenic Isla del Sol on Lake Titicaca, the world´s highest navigable lake. Everything in Bolivia is the highest or second highest something. We passed the next day lounging near grazing donkeys and sheep and the little boys who were herding them, and enjoying the view.

Catching a van out of Puno to the border. (Note the bicycle taxis.)

On the way to Isla del Sol.

Isla del Sol.