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I got up today with a fever. I wanted to see the doctor, again, but the clinic was closed. I was leaving this morning at 7:30am to Copacabana. I had as many things as I could to naturally make me feel good: a banana, Carmomille tea, and fresh orange juice. These things did make me feel sufficiently better.
The bus ride was going to be around 3 hours plus the time at the border of Peru and Bolivia. At the border, I felt that the immigration police did not really care who was entering or leaving. All they did was stamp your passeport and gave you your visa, no questions, no search, nothing.
As I got to Copacabana, I was a bit wary, because Eric had told me that it was a very dangerous city, however, when I arrived, it was nothing like that. I found a cute hostel that was owned by a family. They offered me a single room for 20 Bolivianos (less than 3 USD).
After settling in, I walked around and decided to take the next departure to the Isla del Sol (at 1:30pm). The ferry was a 90 minute ride, but because I was only staying here for a day (and my book said that I had to go), and thought it would be an excellent time to go today.
During the ferry ride, I met another guy from Quebec (but was now living in Vancouver). We talked for a bit, but then I started to get a fever again. I was shaking tremendously until a Belge who was sitting next to me offered me her sweater.
When we finally got to the island, I was already ready to leave. I sat at the restaurant and had a tea. There was an Argentinian girl that saw me shaking, and came and talked to me. She offered me her scarf and coat. She was really nice, her name was Lucilia. She was travelling with four other people. She was taking the next ferry back to Copacabana, so I went with her. This was my hour on one of the most historic places of Bolivia...and I did not get to see s***!
The ride back, I was sitting next other argentinian people, a older couple from Buenos Aires. We had great conversation about the history of Argentina, the politics, and where to go in Buenos Aires. Gustavo and Liliana were their names, and they had 3 kids (a daughter and two boys). They were so nice, that they invited me to their home when I go to Buenos Aires.
As I got back, I had supper in a nice restaurant, and had almost everything on the menu (I was so hungry!). I then decided to get some rest and go back home to my hostel. I went to bed early. I hoped that going to bed early would help my sickness. I was starting to worry that this could be swine flu...
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