14.7.8 So good they named it comically twice

I can now categorically state that Lake Titicaca does exist (this is probably only news to me), not only that, but it’s vast, cold and beautifully blue. We’re back from a weekend there. Our first night was at Copacabana, which was curiously short on showgirls called Lola or anything else. A tourist Mecca, every conceivable form of Andean ethno tat is on offer as you step out of the bus into the bustling town square.

In the morning we took the ferry out to Isla del Sol. The walk from north to south started with some ropey old Inca ruins and follows the ridge along the island’s backbone. Even from the highest point, the lake disappears, shimmering into the horizon. It is huge.

The route is littered by locals charging to walk on their section of path and their children flogging rocks and sweets or posing for photos with llamas. At our destination I went to bed for a while and watched the sun set out of the window on to the lake and mountains. Stunning.