There isn't much to say about Potosi other than it is high. If you
walk to fast you run out of breath. Most people go to visit the mines.
We decided not to, as they sound horrendous. The miners work in awful
conditions and most die about ten years after starting working in them
from the bad air quality. You have to climb through tiny tunnels and
sign a waiver to say it is okay if you die. We stayed a night, took some pictures and then
went onto Sucre.
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| Getting dinner at the market in Potosi |
Sucre is a beautiful town. We planned on chilling out there, maybe putting up the blog and
visit a museum or two. Then Niamh spotted a job opportunity, so manys
the time was spent fretting over a CV and cover letter. We managed to take a wander around the town and splashed out on our second purchase of souvenirs of the trip, some lovely embroidered cushions and llama
socks (the mate cup in Argentina was the first).
We visited a textile museum (Museo Textil Indigena), which had displays of fabric and outfits
worn by the Jalq'a and Tarabuco people. Niamh loved it and has written up a post in
Tales from a Teapot.
The next stop was Copacabana on the shores of lake Titicaca (feel free to giggle here!). We arrived at Copacabana early enough and started looking for a hostel. We tried a few places and settled on one called Residential Paris. Mostly because we thought it was half Irish owned and had wifi from 6 a.m until 11 p.m. It turns out the cafe downstairs was half Irish owned and was not part of the hostel and wifi was from 6 p.m and didn't work most of the time. This was a town wide problem though, one of the wifi companies crashed for the majority of the time we were there. Not a problem unless your trying to send a job application, grrr. The hostel was grand though, the staff were lovely. We were a staggering four floors up, which doesn't sound much but at this altitude it takes it out of you a bit.
The first day we arrived, we went out for a bite to eat in this nice restaurant which served an amazing trout. It was one of the nicest meals we had in South America. Good job Bolivia.
The next day, Niamh was busy on the laptop typing like a monkey writing Shakespeare. After delivering a beautiful sonnet, we went down to the Irish cafe called El Condor Y El Aguila Cafe (The Condor and The Eagle), which became our haunt. We bumped into a few Irish people, including a couple from near The Bell in Blanch. Niamh used to do Irish dancing with their daughter's friend. The coincidences never cease. We went to a hotel to watch the Ireland Scotland game, but lets not speak of that!
We decided we needed to do something touristy so we climbed Cerro Calvario. It was not a hard climb, although it is quite steep, but it was tough in the altitude. It was well worth it, with beautiful views over the town. We done as the locals do and bought some beer to drink while watching the boats on the lake down below. It was very idyllic, except for the taste of the beer. The penchant for sweet things in South America also exists in the world of beer and it is not a positive development.
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| Niamh buying the beer |
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| Emmet drinking the beer |
We had pretty much exhausted the list of things to do at this stage, other than get the boat out to Isla del Sol. So that is what we did. We booked the tour for the following morning. It is an island on the lake of Titicaca, which the Inca's had set up some settlement on. Originally the locals had gone there to escape the wrath of the Inca warriors. But determined and as organised as the Inca's were, they eventually prevailed and took the island and it's inhabitants as they had so many times before. This history is not factually correct,Emmet has decided this is what happened though, who's to judge!
There were a few different options to see the island but we decided to get dropped off on the north end and walk the 3 hours to the south. It was tough enough in parts, some of the island rising to 4000 metres high. But it was completely worth it. We stopped off first at this small long abandoned settlement and had lunch looking out over the lake. You couldn't really pick a finer spot to munch into a banana cake. The tank satisfied for the time been we made tracks again, out onto the southern path. Obviously there isn't much you can say, other than it was once again another beautiful place in South America and we will let the photos do the talking instead.
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| Irish coloured boats! |
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| Hippies camping by the beach |
When we got to the southern village, we started to look for a restaurant called Los Velles that the Irish guy who owned the cafe had told us about. We walked through the village, which was really nice and followed the signs which sent us off through a forest. We walked up to it and it had great views over the lake with a few donkeys in the garden, which Emmet got to know while waiting for his food.
The guy who owned the place was lovely and we went with the recommended dishes by our Irish coffee man. The trout and vegetarian pizza. I know, vegetarian pizza, sound fairly rubbish but it was the nicest vegetarian food I had ever tasted. That said, we ordered our food at 2.20 and when it arrived out at 3.30 we were a bit anxious as we had a 20 minute walk to the boat which left at 4. So this only leaving us 10 minutes to eat our two dishes was a bit of a rush. We ended up leaving with half the pizza in our hands. Road pizza, it's nearly as good as road beer. Nearly. When he brought the food out, you could tell he was a little stressed as he knew we had to leave in a few minutes. But he had cooked up two amazing meals on a remote island which has no electricity. Not bad sir, not bad at all.
We paid our bill and walked/ran down the hill to the harbour. We made it with time to spare and were able to start digesting. A successful day out. We got the boat back and spent the night watching movies. Thankfully our computer was fully charged as the electricity went in the whole town early and didn't come back on that night. The next stop, Peru.
We had a fairly painless border crossing and arrived into Puno, also on the banks of Lake Titicaca. On the bus we got approached by a man called Fernando who owned a hostel called Intikilla. The pictures looked good, it was a decent price and he offered free transfer, so we decided to take him up on the offer and check out the place. It was lovely, the nicest accommodation we have stayed in. He put us in a the suite, which meant we had our own sitting room, bathroom, kitchen (disclaimer, the kitchen only had a sink and some presses, and a bit of a smell, so it was more like a glorified room with a sink and a stink) and of course a bedroom, with three beds. We don't need three beds, but we got them anyways! We had a lot of fun watching films on the laptop in our sitting room, attempting to drink Peruvian wine, which I would not recommend anyone try unless they first have their taste buds severed off. We also refrained from the local delicacy, see picture below!
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Our bus getting a lift across the lake
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We were very touristy in Puno. We first visited the ancient ruins of Sillustani where nobility were buried in massive towers.
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| Can you see the puma/lion face? |
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| Whistling llama |
On the way home we made an unexpected stop to a Peruvian family, which Niamh has written about in
Tales from a Teapot.
The next day we went out to the floating islands called Unos. The people built islands made of reeds in the middle of the lake to escape the Incas (sound familiar! You can see where Emmet's confusion arose). There are 75 islands still in existence with several families living on each. They have to anchor the island down by driving steaks attached to ropes into the ground below the lake. This also means they can move the island by taking up the stakes and paddling! The family on the island we visited were lovely. They showed us inside their house, dressed us up in their traditional clothes and sang as we were leaving. We bought a beautiful hand embroidered wall hanging off them before getting on a boat made of reeds (called the mercedes benz!) to bring us to the next island. We were a bit peckish and they happened to have a restaurant so we ordered some trout. We received the freshest meal we have probably ever eaten. They went to the side of the island, caught a trout each and brought them in and cooked them. It was delicious. There are only a few photos here cause, em, you may see a pattern here, but Niamh plans to write up a post on Tales from a Teapot.
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| We bought the blue one! |
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| Getting the reed boat across the lake |
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| Dinner! |
That evening we were stalking people on facebook when we got a message from Jerry and Aisling, who happened to be in Puno too. It was also Aisling's birthday eve. They managed to entice us from our suite lair, not much else would have! We met them for some pizza in a great place called Pizza e Pasta, or something like that, and then went for a few beers in a rock bar.
After getting to see Jerry and Aisling again we headed onto Arequipa the following day. It's a really nice place and we stayed in The Flying Dog hostel. It was a really nice place and the staff were great.
The main thing to do there is go and see Colca Canyon. It's the second biggest one in the world, impressive, right.....we didn't bother. Instead we chilled. After a hectic few weeks Arequipa was our place to eat (we had a potato dish in a place called Hatunpa, yummy, do not pass through Arequipa without stopping in here, forget the canyon!), drink coffee and recharge in preparation for Cuzco.
