Place: Isla Del Sol, Bolivia
The next morning, we try to decide to head back to Copacobana immediately to try to catch the bus to Cuzco, or to stay and hike to the north end of Isla del Sol. We decide to stay and do the hike. We leave our packs at the hostel. We go to the top of the ridgeline, where we run into Kevin, Paul, and Tony. Don Ricardo’s was about like we thought, but apparently the breakfast was fantastic. Mike and I start walking north along the trail.
Along the trail, we spot various Inca ruins and various Inca descendants selling Fanta.
At the north end of the trail is the reported birthplace of the Inca empire. Called Titicaca, it also gives the lake its name. It means Puma (“Titi”) Rock (“Caca”) (Sorry, Dad). To make it look like a puma, you really have to use your imagination.
At this point it is 12:30. The boat leaves the south end of the island for Copacobana at 4:00pm. Rather than walk the three hours back and risk missing the boat and having to spend another night in the Hostel of the Damned, we grab a boat at the north end to take us to the south end. Once we get to the south end of the island, we have and hour to climb back up the Inca steps to our hostel to retrieve our bag, then back down again. I’m more than half tempted to pay one of the kids hanging around to go get my bag for me.
We get back to Copacobana, deciding to splurge on a hotel to make up for the previous nights fiasco. The Hotel Cupola, the Lonely Planet’s splurge option, is up the hill about fourteen steps and is therefore not an option. We end up staying at the Katakuna, paying the exorbitant sum of $15 for a double with bath. We go to the Manka Uta for dinner, and have the Landlord’s Stuffed Trout. The trout is stuffed with bones.