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Another day, another country. Bolivia. Our first taste of it was Lake Titicaca. An extraordinarily vast body of water. An inland sea spreading as far as the eye can see, a deep greeny blue sparkling in the light. We avoided Puno with its crowds and headed straight to Copacobana, maybe not as glamorous as its Brasilian counterpart, but lovely just the same.We caught a horribly overcrowded boat across to Isla del Sol and landed on a quietly picturesque beach, the world's highest island at almost 4000m. Believed to be the birthplace of the Inca sun and moon gods, it is covered in ruins. No cars or paved roads. Lots of grumpy donkeys
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We stumbled upon a tiny family run hostel and stayed in a room with a perfect view out across the lake to the Andes. It felt like a mini break away from our holiday. We climbed the ridge behind the village, what looked like a short wander took us over an hour, the high altitude was getting to us yet again. Not to mention the heat.
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| Our first real view of the Andes |
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