Walk through to Bolivia |
Ironically, it’s 32 years ago today since my ex and I got
together and here I am sitting in an outdoor courtyard restaurant in Copacabana, Bolivia,
awaiting my pizza lunch while he’s probably still living the quiet life in Auckland, still slaving
away at his business. Funny where life takes you.
Strangely enough, I was chatting away to a New Zealander on
the bus here from Puno this morning, though she lives in Sydney, Australia,
with her family. Stef is part way through a degree in International Studies so
I’m guessing she’s about 20. She’s been travelling for 7 months, having a gap
year. I do wonder where kids her age get the funds to travel for a year –
maybe generous parents, though she had done 3 months in a summer camp in Canada, which
would’ve helped. What a great start to a young life a trip like hers would be –
opening her eyes to what the world has to offer and the endless possibilities before her.
The Transzela bus left Cusco
at 10pm and got to Puno at 5am this morning. I slept on and off as I had sprung
the extra 10 soles for full cama – so
worth it! Transzela didn’t have the extra luxuries of the Cruz del Sur bus
company, with its snacks, hot drinks and blankets but it did have the same
seats so was comfortable enough.
The next bus left Puno at 7.30am, so I had a long wait doing
nothing but people watching, and we reached Copacabana at 12noon. The border was
fairly quiet – just two buses passing over and hardly any local sales vendors
like the last time I crossed here – maybe ’cause it’s a Thursday. The Bolivian
immigration officer looked long and hard at the ‘fine’ stamp I got last time I
came to Bolivia
but still let me in, luckily. Another couple of stamps in the passport – this
one contains entirely South American countries … so far.
Not a bad view out my window |
A man from the La Cupula Hotel was at the bus to meet other
guests so I didn’t have to walk up the hill to the hotel. It’s a quirky little
place with fabulous views out over the bay so should be a very relaxing place
to chill for a couple of days.
Though it looks beautiful on the surface, Copacabana is more
decrepit than I remember from last year. I went for a walk along the waterfront
after lunch and it is full of rubbish, the water of Lake
Titicaca looks disgustingly polluted and it stinks.
I explored around the church and it’s looking much the worst
for wear as well – walls mouldy and crumbling and the whole place has an
unkempt look, which is inexcusable when you consider the town taxes every
single person who enters the town 1 Boliviano, supposedly as an entry fee for
the sanctuary, plus this
place is the Basilica of the Virgen de la Candelaria, the most famous
pilgrimage site in all of Bolivia.
The Basilica houses the black Virgin, carved
in a dark wood in 1576 to celebrate an incident where the Virgin Mary appeared
to some fishermen during a terrible storm on Lake Titicaca
and led them to safety. Considering the Basilica
and the lake are the main reasons anyone comes to Copacabana, you’d think the
locals would take a little more pride in them.
There’s a lot of half-built construction around the streets,
accompanied by piles of sand and brick as if prosperity is just around the
corner … but, if this is anything like Peru, it could look like that for
years!
Copacabana is even more sleepy than I remember as well, with
restaurant staff seemingly reluctant to stir themselves to serve you. Unless
you’re part of the midday bus changeover crowd, then you’re just an intrusion.
I think that sleepiness is catching. There’s nothing to do here – the hotel rooms
have no televisions, I didn’t bring my laptop and I don’t have any books so
can’t laze in one of the hotels lazy-looking hammocks reading. So, feeling pretty tired from the
journey, I lay down for a nap at about 4pm and didn’t really get up again - except to change into my nightie and actually get into bed – till 5am, and then I kept snoozing till about 7.30. I am still getting over a cold
but I think the real problem is Copacabana-itis!
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