Not Like The Brazilian Copacabana
Copacabana, Manco Kapac, Bolivia
The bus journey was only meant to be 3 hours but by 2 hours we arrived at the Bolivian border. Everyone else breezed through but when me and dice got to the front we handed our passports over, they had a look at them and we were told to step aside for a moment. My stomach dropped as a lady then took our passports and made a phone call? After a bit of jabbering on the phone we were told everything was fine and we could pass. We then arrived at Copacabana about half an hour later. The clocks had gone forward so by this time it was about midday. We were hustled to a hostel by a guy waiting at the bus stop and managed to get a double room for about four quid each. Our hostel then got a power cut so we wondered into town for some lunch. Back to being in cheap Bolivia we ordered an unnecessary amount of food and completely stuffed ourselves. We headed back to the hostel but there was still no power so we headed back to the lake and chilled there for a while. By the time we walked back the whole town was out of power which made the next couple of hours extremely boring. None of the shops or bars were open so we just sat.... And sat.... And sat until the power came back on. When it finally did we went back to the hostel and showered and, still feeling ill from the amount of food, relaxed for an hour or so. We headed out at night for a few drinks but town was dead so after one beer we headed back and read before going to bed. Next day was really just a waiting day to get our bus to La Paz. We had been round the whole of Copacabana and seen what it had to offer which wasn't much other than more floating islands so I was looking forward to getting back to la Paz.