Puno to Copacabana to La Paz Bolivia
that were unable to complete the journey, and refused to refund us.
and he juggles passengers and puts us about ½ way.
– mainly selling bulls and cows, and local houses.
We are told to exchange money here as we need it for part of the journey.
I am warned that the Bolivian border sometimes does searches.
If they find you have US$, they will confiscate it, saying it is counterfeit.
So I roll it up, and hide it in my shoe.
It is an uncomfortable walk – first to two offices on the Peru side.
Then a 300 metre walk to the Bolivian side.
There my son decides to throw a temper tantrum because I won’t buy him Pringles.
So as we wander off discussing his junk food intake, we lose the bus.
Next thing I know, we are stopped by police and asked for our documents.
On completion of a mini interrogation in Spanish, we are pointed back toward the Peru border.
I find the bus, and have a stern talk with my son about why we don’t start fights at border crossings!
We are told to change buses – grab our bags and stack them in a n office.
But we can’t find the office. Rows of buses hide it across the road.
Finally, someone finds us.
10 minutes of our 1 hour in Copacabana is gone.
Eventually we order an overpriced pizza.
I down a bottle of drink while we wait.
The pizza arrives, right at the minute we are to get on the bus.
We tear up the hill.
The pizza box is the thinnest of cardboard, and my son is clutching it for dear life.
Not the best bus food for a windy road.
It is then I discover we have a 5 hour trip and no toilet on the bus.
I have learnt to carry my own paper.
I pay my 2 Bolivianos, and make a mad dash back to the bus.
We wind through the hills, eating cold and squashed pizza.
It seems like 500 metres to the toilet.
I pay again.
I am quite over the paying for toilets!
My son enjoys a jelly for about 20 cents.
Rich and poor houses are along the shore of the lake.
Magnificent hotels are all along the shore –
– oh I want to stay here!
Windows on the bus close, and people don coats.
Snow covered mountains drawer closer, and it seems to take forever to get to La Paz.
… mainly with ladies sitting and knitting on the doorsteps.
It is so poor.
This is a shock to both of us.
…as we are presented with one of the biggest cityscape’s I have ever seen.
He says he will not leave my side.
It goes on forever.
But instead of going to the bus terminal, the bus stops in the centre of town.
He speaks Spanish.
He pays his share.
The driver then tries to take us to a different hostel.
I tell him where it is and he won’t listen.
We are 2 blocks from where we dropped the others off.
He takes over ½ hour to get there.
Then he tries to charge us double taxi fare.
We negotiate – really it is not a big deal, but the principal annoys me.
This place is freezing. It is so quiet.
We try to find a restaurant but it is getting dark, and it is only local food.
We eat little, buy a few snacks at a store and head back.
I boil the “immerser” to fill the hot water bottle.
We tuck into bed.
NB: I have now received 2 emails from Escandinavia Travel
telling me to stop bugging them and too bad about them ripping me off.
They tell me they don’t care, and have so many more tourists it doesn’t matter.
I guess in blogging, I also aim to help prevent other tourists having the same fate.
So if just one person reads this and saves their money, I will be happy.