At the Copa, Copacabana (Copacabaaanaaah...)

So I´m sat on the cliff top looking over Lake Titikaka, from the Bolivian side (we crossed the border with no problems.) The lake is the bluest thing I´ve ever seen - apart from the sky which doesn´t have a single cloud in it. On the horizon are snow capped mountains, the sun is beating down and the pink flowers to my left would make my Barbie pink room in West London look positively dull. Yet I´m not overly moved. How bad is that? It´s the kind of stuff I´m faced with everyday here, and it´s as normal as seeing Costcutter on my way to work. I guess when you´re surrounded by such outstanding beauty it becomes hard to really appreciate. I keep trying to open my eyes a little wider, really take it all in - but it´s just sat silently in front of me, as if my body can´t quite believe it´s real.

Spent one night on the Isla Del Sol - although again, the half hour walk up the steep Incan steps to get to the town nearly finished me off - and then the boat back to sleepy, hippy Copacobana. Which I LOVE. Bohemian people litter the streets making earings (cool), cars get blessed with flowers and beers twice a day (weird) and street dogs wear clothes (as it should be). It´s just like heaven.