the peoples faces, I think we had guessed right. Looks of anguish and agony seemed to written all over the people faces who were making their way to the campsite, but of course the local kids were running up and down the steps like there was no tomorrow, suffering neither from the heat or altitude and looking a whole lot more healthy than the gringos struggling upwards!

Phew we’d completed our walk and we were all really glad to have done it, although hard it was definitely a worthwhile thing to do and it felt good to have done a good long hike. Our boat trip back was spent with us all lying down on the inside benches of the boat, we were shattered and I think we all nodded off at some point! The boat ride back was far more pleasant than the rain swept affair of the morning, the lake really did seem to sparkle in a way I never seen before, a true jewel on the high Andean pl

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We decided to treat ourselves on the last night and go for a more expensive restaurant, again you’ be hard pushed to spend over a tenner and that’s for both of you with drinks!!! We had a good meal a couple of beers then headed back for one last game of yahtzee with our cheeky cockney mate before heading off to bed for a well earned sleep.

The next morning was our last in Copacabana as usual we’d had a top time and if the rest of Bolivia was anything like here then we knew we were going to have a good few weeks. We’d booked a bus to La Paz and Cheeky Phil had booked one to Cuzco so it was time for us to say our final goodbyes for at least a year. Like us Phil is on a two year trip and the lucky sod is at the start of his, so it will be a long time before our paths cross again, but cross they will that’s for sure. I can’t