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Bolivia Travel:Copacabana

Updated: Oct 20, 2023




January 2nd began with a sense of anticipation and wanderlust, as I bid farewell to the picturesque town of Puno, Peru. The journey ahead? A thrilling bus ride with Peru Hop, alongside fellow travelers, each brimming with their own tales and excitement. Our compass pointed firmly towards Bolivia, with the charming town of Copacabana awaiting us on the other side.


Copacabana, not to be confused with its Brazilian namesake, is a gem nestled on the shores of the awe-inspiring Lake Titicaca. With its deep blue waters and sprawling horizons, this lake holds many tales and is known to breathe life into the legends of the Andes.

As the morning sun painted the skies, our bus trundled along the meandering roads, and by noon, we arrived at Kasani – the threshold between two nations. Here, the very essence of adventure hit me: my first ever land border crossing! The atmosphere was buzzing, a concoction of nervous excitement and the rhythmic cadence of languages I couldn't discern.


As passports were stamped and smiles exchanged, I couldn’t help but feel a profound connection to every traveler who'd stood on this very soil, crossing from one realm to another.


Amid the hustle and bustle, there was a practical side to things too. We swapped our money for the Bolivian boliviano, the local currency that would fuel the next leg of our journey. Each note and coin felt like a tangible piece of this new country I was about to explore.

With formalities behind us and the open road ahead, we settled back into our seats. The journey resumed, landscapes blending into one another until, like a vision from a postcard, Copacabana emerged.



By 1:00 pm, the town embraced us with its vibrant atmosphere. Our bus pulled over near a striking landmark: a white anchor statue, which we later learned would be our meeting point for the onward journey. From here, the magic of Lake Titicaca unraveled. Boats dotted its expanse, bobbing gently, while tourists and locals alike thronged its banks, sharing stories, laughter, and dreams.


As I stood there, taking in the splendor of Copacabana, I realized this was just the beginning of my Bolivian tale. A tale of borders crossed, new horizons found, and memories that would last a lifetime.



Upon setting foot in Copacabana, the town's quaint charm began to unveil itself. The first order of business, naturally, was to sate the hunger pangs from the journey. A stone's throw away from where our bus halted, I stumbled upon a cozy restaurant. Its warm ambiance and the tantalizing aroma of Bolivian cuisine beckoned me inside.


With my appetite satiated, it was time to make my way to the hotel,the Perla del Lago hotel - a recommendation I found on the Peru Hop website. Their site had proved to be an invaluable tool on this trip, guiding me through accommodations, transit, and more. Pooling together with fellow travelers, we hailed a taxi. Our luggage, bearing the marks and scuffs of our adventures, was transported to our temporary abode .




The afternoon was still young, and the mystique of Lake Titicaca had one more tale to tell: the legend of the Isla del Sol. I couldn't resist its allure. Opting for the earth beneath my feet rather than another motorized commute, I strolled back to the shore, each step echoing with anticipation.


The boat destined for the island sat anchored, its silhouette reflecting off the shimmering waters. As I waited for it to embark, I found myself surrounded by like-minded adventurers, each drawn to the island's legends and tales. The Isla del Sol, after all, is whispered to be the birthplace of the sun in Inca mythology.


And then, with the winds in our favor and the afternoon sun gracing us with its golden touch, we set sail. The journey to the Isla del Sol was underway, promising revelations of ancient tales and pristine nature.

 



Nestled in the vastness of Lake Titicaca, the highest navigable lake in the world, Isla del Sol (Island of the Sun) stands as a testament to ancient legends, cultures, and stunning natural beauty.

Spanning roughly 70 square kilometers, Isla del Sol is a haven of terraced hills, ancient ruins, and serene beaches. Its terrain is a mesmerizing blend of rugged hilltops, verdant fields, and tranquil shores. As one walks the winding trails, they are often greeted by panoramic vistas of the shimmering Lake Titicaca set against the distant peaks of the Andes.

The island isn't just a natural wonder; it's steeped in profound cultural and historical importance. To the Incas, it was more than just a piece of land. Legend has it that the sun god, Inti, and the moon goddess, Mama Killa, blessed the region by giving birth to the first Inca emperor, Manco Cápac, and his sister-consort, Mama Ocllo, on this very island. As a result, it's often revered as the birthplace of the Inca civilization.


Scattered across the island are various archaeological remnants of this once-mighty empire. Among the most notable are the Chinkana Ruins (also known as the Labyrinth) and the Sacred Rock. These age-old stone structures whisper tales of rituals, ceremonies, and a civilization that looked to the heavens for guidance.

Today, the island is home to several indigenous communities who maintain their traditional way of life, largely untouched by the hustle and bustle of modern times. They are known for their warm hospitality, colorful handicrafts, and intricate textiles. The absence of motor vehicles on the island further enhances its peaceful ambiance, with donkeys being the primary mode of transporting goods.


Apart from its rich history, Isla del Sol boasts a diverse ecosystem. From native plants that have adapted to its high-altitude environment to animals like the vizcacha (a rabbit-like rodent) and various bird species, the island is a haven for nature enthusiasts.

In essence, Isla del Sol is more than just an island; it's a journey back in time, a serene escape from modernity, and a celebration of nature's bounty. Whether you're a history buff, a nature lover, or simply someone in search of tranquility, this Bolivian treasure has something to offer.

 



Arriving at Isla del Sol around the gentle stroke of 3 pm, the sun was high, casting golden hues over the island's terraced hills and tranquil shores. Our instructions were clear: meet at the port on the opposite side of this petite island after a 30-minute trek.


To many, the idea of hiking after days filled with strenuous activities might sound daunting. However, bolstered by my recent escapades, my legs felt like seasoned pistons, ready to power through. The allure of the island's mystery further fueled my determination. With a deep breath and a quick adjustment to my backpack, I embarked on the hike alone, armed with nothing but a map and an insatiable curiosity.



Each step unveiled panoramas that seemed painted by the gods themselves. The horizon, where the cerulean waters of Lake Titicaca met the vast expanse of the sky, felt surreal. But what struck me even more was the resilience and choice of the island's inhabitants. Amidst this seemingly remote paradise, far from the cacophony of city life, people had made a life. Their homes, though isolated from the mainland, buzzed with the same warmth and vitality as any other place on Earth.


Then, a sight that captured the essence of human tenacity and innovation came into view: gridlines of electricity crisscrossing the open sky, bridging the distance between the mainland and this isolated haven. The audacity of that endeavor left me in awe. Such lengths to ensure that even in this secluded spot, the comforts of modern life were not a distant dream!


The hike was as introspective as it was visual. With no guide narrating stories, I was left to my devices, crafting tales from the landscape, interpreting the silent whispers of ancient ruins, and drawing from the vibrancy of the island's present.



By the time I reached the rendezvous point, a sense of accomplishment washed over me. Not just for having completed the hike within the allotted time, but for having traversed a journey that was as much about the soul as it was about the soles of my feet. After a brief respite, soaking in the final moments on the island, we set sail back to Copacabana, with the memories of Isla del Sol forever etched in my heart.




January 3rd beckoned with the promise of a new city awaiting exploration. However, La Paz, the world's highest city, was scheduled for later in the day. The morning, with its crisp air and radiant sunshine, seemed too enticing to let pass by indoors. So, I decided on an impromptu adventure, setting my sights on Copacabana's prominent peak - "The Calvary."


El Calvario, or "The Calvary" in English, isn’t just any hill. Standing at an impressive altitude of over 3,950 meters (about 12,959 feet), it's an iconic landmark in Copacabana. Historically, it has been a pilgrimage site for locals, with various Stations of the Cross along the ascent, making it both a spiritual journey and a hiker’s delight. The trail is interspersed with stone altars and shrines where pilgrims often stop to light candles and offer prayers.




As I began the ascent, the path, though occasionally steep, provided ample reward with its panoramic views. With each step, Copacabana, with its terracotta rooftops and bustling markets, seemed to get smaller, while Lake Titicaca expanded, gleaming under the sun.

Reaching the summit, I was enveloped in an overwhelming sense of tranquillity. The vast expanse of Lake Titicaca, dotted with its floating islands and surrounded by distant peaks, stretched before me. It was as if the world had paused, allowing me a moment to daydream, to reflect, and to simply be.



As noon approached, with stories brewing and the lake beckoning for a closer look, I made my descent. The trail that once seemed challenging now felt like an old friend guiding me back home. My appetite, fueled by the morning’s exertions, led me to a picturesque restaurant by the shore. There, seated on the second floor, I savored a delectable Bolivian lunch, all the while gazing out at the azure waters of Titicaca.



The meal, with its flavors and views, was an experience in itself. The afternoon was fleeting, and as the sun cast long shadows on Copacabana’s streets, I strolled back to my hotel. My backpack was ready, and so was my spirit, eagerly awaiting the next chapter of my Bolivian escapade.









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