For 6 nights straight we ate troucha (trout) with either garlic, lemon, butter or creole. Less than $2 a meal.
After a short 3 ½ hour bus trip and a quick stop at immigration at the border we arrived in Copacabana – not quite as hot as the song says but still gorgous right on the lake. There’s going to be a huge festiva here in a few days and the bands are already practising. We’re having to remember that we’ve changed currency again and that 7.5 bolivianos is $1 not 3 soles = $1 so things seem more expensive here for anti- math Jess.
We find a great hotel on the lake and head off down to the local kiosks that line the lake and serve today’s catch. The indians here grow coca for money and also farm trout – so giving coca a miss (although it’s a help for the altitude here we’re almost at 4,000m) we order the trout and for less than $2 we get an entire trout each with a plate stacked with rice, fries and a salad – oh and we’re forced to order a longneck of the local brew to go with dinner. We watched a perfect sunset over the world’s highest (navigatable) lake and then head home to crash