The wending road continues through this mystical land of ancient peoples and colorful vistas. By whatever means availed me, I’ve traversed high and low into distant lands few have ventured. After sweating profusely through the Bolivian Amazon, I’ve wander north to the small port town of Copacabana with intent on cross the majestic Lake Titicaca bound towards Peru. Although the town itself is not much to speak of save for a colorful street touting to the transiting tourists, the lake itself is truly a magnificent sight. At 12,500 ft (3,800 m) it is one of the highest lakes in the world and the largest in all of South America. It’s crystalline blue waters stretch for miles into the vanishing distance, only to merge with the expansive clouds. Last evening seemed like most with a calm breeze blowing, but everything seemed dreamlike as I gazed at the sunset from a makeshift dock along the shore.
