This nice and gentle hostel cat says goodbye to his favourite Swede. Maybe never see you again 🙁 Hello presidential palace, and goodbye! Park packed with Indians. Cloud/fog on the highway. “Down” at 3800 meters
This nice and gentle hostel cat says goodbye to his favourite Swede. Maybe never see you again 🙁
Hello presidential palace, and goodbye!
Park packed with Indians.
Cloud/fog on the highway.
“Down” at 3800 meters above the sea.
Titikaka lake! The beauty.
We pass a strait here and, going from the east shore to the west, and need to take the boat.
Untz untz untz
It looks like the Indian is standing on my shoulders. White man’s … eh … colonialism.
OMG, how come this bus is walking on water???
Ah, it’s Jesus! Explains a lot.
And here comes our bus! Escorted by the police.
West side of Lake Titikaka. The beauty!
Copacabana. Not to get mixed up with beach in Rio.
Tourist street of Copacabana.
Where to eat? I’ve read somewhere that psychopaths are good at publishing photos of themselves. Looking at Facebook, I think there might be something like that *cough*. I wish I was more of a psychopath. Reading people for example, would be so perfect in making this world a nicer place.
From Copacabana, we took a break from the bus and took the boat to Isla del Sol, the island from which the Inca thought that the God of Sun came from.
On the inside. No, I am not the one trying to write “Harald” here. The God of Sun wouldn’t like it.
Child labour! Animal slavery! I’m a little bit ashamed for giving 30 euro cents to these two for a photo. She should be in kindergarten/school, and the alpaca should be free. It’s just that I have never ever been close to an alpaca before. So cute! Its face is all round and soft compared to the llama.
We had an ice cream. No one understood me at all when I missed licorice ice cream.
Inca stairs down to the second harbour. We got a bit stressed from all the relaxed ice cream eating.
Last picture of Bolivia. Goodbye! Sweet, sweet country. So different from the rest, and from home.
On the border, between Bolivia and Peru. They’re playing volleyball. Maybe it’s Bolivia against Peru?
The border. We’re all paperless right now. Who’d charge you if you steal here? I didn’t try.
Bolivia Hop is a company that markets themselves in thousands of ways. And I must say that they are quite good, for tourists. For one thing, they pick you up and leave you at your hotel. I’m sure there is one or two Australians who never even left Bolivia Hop Hostel “pocket”.
Sorry for this bad image, but Peru is having an election on Sunday, so here’s a demonstration on the streets, for “candidate number 3”.
Jesper and I checking in at the hotel.
Then took a walk through the city to get cash and food.
Found a lovely restaurant.
Wonderful quinoa soup.
Quinoa soup, main course and coca tea: 5.5 euro. Lovely food!
Jesper had an alpaca for dinner. It tasted … different. Neither better or worse, just different.
Anyway, good night 🙂