(and this one they didn´t have to fight Chile for!)
24.05.2012 - 28.05.2012
Somewhere along the windy road from high happening La Paz my concentration was distracted from trying to prevent the contents of my stomach from making an appearance on the bus to focusing on the increasingly stunning scenes rolling past the window. High rise shanty town dwellings turned into wide open countryside, jugged city streets flattened into green hills, and building vistas made way for the snowy Bolivian Andes once more, including a wopping view of the majestic one and only Mt Potosi, which towers over this northern district of Bolivia at 6000+meters above sea level.
In between vomit contractions I was already starting to feel the benefits of this clearer air and space, then suddenly after 6 weeks inland enjoying the mountainous greenery and farm communities of this fascinating and welcoming country I found what I had been missing the most until now - WATER, boom! Laid out in front of me this was no disappointment - the largest high altitude mass of water in the world - Lake Titicaca. I would happily support any notion claiming this to be the ocean of Bolivia... blue, blue and more blue spread out to the horizon in every direction. My insides almost sighed with relief - I didn´t realise how much I had missed the water.
Two days trekking the ancient historical Isla del Sol in the middle of Titicaca righted every bone (and parasite) in my body. Home to only a handful of local Bolivians (including a 5-year-old shrewd businessman who rented us a room), an army of donkeys (essential to navigating the super steep rock paths on this idyllic isla) and some rather handsome alpacas, we lapped up some much needed tranquility, freezing temperatures, fresh trucha (always served up with rice AND potatoes which I will never get used to), sunsets fit for a sun god and vistas across Lake Titicaca which were all ours.