Screaming donkeys awoke us at 6am, so we decided to hike and explore the island. Because of the time, our hotel front door was locked. We found a window in the common area and escaped out. We climbed to the island lookout: did I mention we were at nearly 14,000 feet? Altitude is a bitch! We munched on sugared cereal (30 mini packets purchased for $1) and took in the vast view of the mountains and lake. We scurried down to sea level, caught the rockiest boat ride ever back to shore, and climbed on a bus to La Paz, the capital of Bolivia. Half way to La Paz, we were instructed to get off the bus and pay 21 cents. Completely confused, we couldn’t understand why the bus had stopped en route. Laughing tears rolled down our faces: there was no bridge so we had to hop yet another rickety boat to cross. Our massive tour bus rolled onto a wooden plank (with tires for flotation) and nearly tipped over into the lake. Bolivia’s version of a proper ferry crossing was ridiculous. Arriving in La Paz (an immense city nestled in a valley between two mountains), we discovered an eclectic restaurant serving a mixed fare of Arabic, Indonesian, Indian, and European food: perfect!
This sounds like a fantastic trip. Really glad you are putting up these stories and pictures so we all can live vicariously through you two.
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ditto on what Chris said. Looks like you're having the time of your life and meeting some awesome people along the way.
ReplyDeleteKen, great photos. And Hillary (even though I haven't met you) great writing. And maybe Hillary is taking photos, too?
ReplyDeleteI'd love to try and catch up with y'all at some point. Ya nevva know. Right?
I especially like the sun burst pic of Hillary. Did you use f/22?
Uncle Jack and I are lovin' traveling the world with you - keep on trucking and blogging - we love you.
ReplyDeleteDonde esta Ken y Hill?
ReplyDeleteEstamos aquí y aún los blogs
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