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They just don’t know when to stop. At least by Tuesday things had somewhat returned o normal (?) in La Paz, just the odd random squirt of water, splash and splatter….here in Copacabana, as if to emulate their more famous namesake in Brasil, they just keep on with it, two groups at opposite corners of the plaza, almost in competition, couple of big bass drums, some small drums and 20 or so square recorder-like things, I hesitate to call them instruments, but no doubt in the sober hands of a musician something musical could come of it.<br />

Tripping in Tititaca - no huaris.

Bill Shum
2006-03-24 20:47:27

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soo peaceful, and comfortable, just cruisin’ thru’ the reeds, the old man poling away, Raf and I laid back, the little dog running up and down..ahhh…he offered to row us out to the Isla de
Lake TiticacaSol today, but it pissed down all night and the road will definitely be out of action for a few days so we will take the toury option boat.

Flashback…did I tell you about the ferry coming into Copacabana? I don’t think so…the road suddenly dipped down into a small pueblo and onto a “ferry” man, this was dodgey brothers maritime, the crudest bit of floating transport I have ever seen, and we had to pack in behind a giant tourist coach!..the middle planks were missing, careful where you put your foot down!, and a hole in the floor with a little outboard stuck thru’ for power, the whole operation run by two 8 year old kids, doing some maintenance on the motor as we went…..but it worked..I’ve lost count of the boat trips the bike has had, must be about 20 by now.

Ahh, the bells, the bells, yes, the fcuking bells woke me at 7am this morning, crikey, what a racket, and as equally discordant as the pipe and drum bands, which, incidentally, kept it up til about 3am this morning, great droves of swirling, gyrating, vomiting, urinating couples all down our street and around the square…fantastic.

Now nearly midday, the Lake Titicacanext day, confused?…hey, I figure time and space mere confines of the unimaginative..anyway, a BIG band just started up, right under my window, these guys are shmicko, even if the last line of trumpeters are nervously peering at sheets of notes as they blast their way down the alley, yes, 2, count them, BIG bass drums, 6 french horns, 4 lines of 3 trumpeters, the shrill discordancy of a truly pissed mariachi combo, another pisco sour please, and these guys have the blue and gold embroidered windcheaters, whoo hoo!..tres professional….there seem to be about a dozen different outfits around the town today, don’t know why, but they are all going full on, and the crackers and rockets are going off too…maybe the virgin is back!…maybe a bit flippant! flippant on her back?..back to the flippant future?

Off to the frontera…next stop Peru and the holiest of holy toury/hippie uber shrines the lost city of Machu Pichu, just hope the rain eases off!
Over and out.

Oh, and there were a couple of BIG reed boats out on Isla del Sol but they were in the rich peoples compound, definitely out of reach to us and the other hippie fellow travellers.