Copacabana may be on the edge of a large body of water (like the well-known beach of the same name, in Brazil); but it's a lot higher up and a lot colder than any tropical resort. However, I can see why it was named so; because despite its lack of tropical heat, Copacabana is a beautiful, laid-back, resort-ish little town, hugging the Bolivian side of Lake Titicaca. It's also the gateway to the lovely Isla Del Sol.
Copacabana bay, and a cute black dog.
During our bus journey from Copacabana to La Paz this morning (after first buying our tickets), we had to cross over Lake Titicaca at one point, where the lake is very narrow, and where you'd otherwise have to drive around for a very long way. They have a pretty cool ferry system at this spot, where they ferry cars &mash; and buses! — across on wooden rafts. They also ferry people across, on little motor-boats. Fun little interruption to an otherwise eventless journey.
This morning, Chris and I caught a bus from Copacabana to La Paz. But before we could get the bus, we had to buy our tickets. And as with everything in Bolivia, buying bus tickets is a process unlike what you'd expect it to be.
This morning, I completed my first-ever international land border crossing. Being an Aussie and all, I don't get to see them all that often. Crossing from Peru into Bolivia was fairly easy, even for someone such as myself, with a mild hangover and a vicious bump on the head. Slightly overpriced exchange of money; walking through a simple stone gate; various stamps and taxes on each side of the green line; and I was done. So, now I'm in Bolivia!