...music and fashion were always the passion...etc, etc. Sadly, it´s not THE Copacabana which old Bazza Big Nose sang so fondly about. No, this is Copacabana in Bolivia where the music is very much jaaaazzz (nice) and the fashion appears to be dreadlocks, silly baggy pants & Bob Marley T-shirts. Err...like, really cool, maaan.
After a brief stop in smelly Puno (Peru) we hopped on a dodgy bus and crossed the border into Bolivia. The immigration "office" consisted of a concrete cube adorned with photos of the president, a curtain held up with a piece of string & a Honda motorbike propped up in the corner. Still, the officer´s assistant had a big f*ck off machine gun so we didn´t comment on the decor.
Despite the hippy "drop-outs" (all called Quentin & living off Mummy & Daddy´s trust fund), Copacabana is pretty stunning, sitting right on Lake Titicaca which stretches away for miles like an ocean. At 3800m it´s the highest navigable lake in the world (fact finders) and quite literally takes your breath away! We spent a pleasant few days exploring the markets, walking along the shore & up a very steep mountain, and relaxing in our private hammocks on the balcony of our $30 a night suite. Can´t complain. In their defence, the hippy posse did make a mean Mojito cocktail which we took advantage of only to support the local economy...obviously.
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