7-8 March
Copacabana to Isla del Sol
Our plans to avoid the typical motorised boat trip to Isla del Sol was potentially rained out, but after the rain eased, we decided to brave the 17km walk to Yampupata.
This lead us through beautiful rural villages where many of the locals stopped mid-hoe to stare at the rare sight of 3 blonde gringos walking past. They were all incredibly friendly, asking where we were from, where we were going, and gave us very varied ETA's. By the time we got to Yampupata (and we had finally learnt to pronounce the town's name), we bargained with a local Yamputatian, who looked about 60 with arthritic hands, to row us across to Isla del Sol.
On the island we were met by Alan, a 6 year old bearing a homemade bow and arrow who had never heard of Robin Hood (go figure!). He marched us a fair distance across the island to his family's hostel which had the most incredible view overlooking Lake Titicaca. Here we sat and had sundowners, proud of our day's accomplishment.
The next day we walked across to the north side of the island, making up stories about the Inca sites dotted along the way. Saw a sacrificial rock where virgins were sacrificed to Mother Earth. Caught a boat back to Copacobana which was filled with Argentinians - it was great to hear the familiarity of their accent and feel their vibrancy.
Copacabana to Isla del Sol
Our plans to avoid the typical motorised boat trip to Isla del Sol was potentially rained out, but after the rain eased, we decided to brave the 17km walk to Yampupata.
This lead us through beautiful rural villages where many of the locals stopped mid-hoe to stare at the rare sight of 3 blonde gringos walking past. They were all incredibly friendly, asking where we were from, where we were going, and gave us very varied ETA's. By the time we got to Yampupata (and we had finally learnt to pronounce the town's name), we bargained with a local Yamputatian, who looked about 60 with arthritic hands, to row us across to Isla del Sol.On the island we were met by Alan, a 6 year old bearing a homemade bow and arrow who had never heard of Robin Hood (go figure!). He marched us a fair distance across the island to his family's hostel which had the most incredible view overlooking Lake Titicaca. Here we sat and had sundowners, proud of our day's accomplishment.
The next day we walked across to the north side of the island, making up stories about the Inca sites dotted along the way. Saw a sacrificial rock where virgins were sacrificed to Mother Earth. Caught a boat back to Copacobana which was filled with Argentinians - it was great to hear the familiarity of their accent and feel their vibrancy.
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