Bolivia. Charged me $100 to cross your borders while the Germans and English got through scots free, but alas, those two weeks were well worth it.
Incan myth has it that the skies impregnated Lake Titicaca and birthed what was the start of mankind. This body of an ocean extended out before us for two hours as we crossed the Peruvian border into Bolivia, stopping at Copacabana, a lakeside town with scattered restaurants and simple accommodations. Adjacent to the town is a pilgrimage destination point, a hilltop adorned with mausoleum, ceremonial ovens and the occasional graffiti, more recent addition than the former. Alicia, Lizz, Sven and I made the trek to view a dropping sun amidst steel gray waters, steel gray skies, and clouds laced in thin rainbows. The following day we visited the Isla del Sol. The walk across the island prompted memories of Southern California with its ocean like views, wide open meadows and eucalyptus groves. Some Chilean Cabernet and a meal of freshly caught fish sent us to bed, happy and in good company.
The Salar de Uyuni is Bryce Canyon, Yellowstone, the Badlands, and Capital Reef rolled into one huge, unregulated expanse of land. Throw in some wild flamingos, vicuñas, ostriches and 6000 meter peaks and you´ve got my favorite playground in South America. I think I´ll have to upload some pictures and words seem to fail me with this place.
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