After the salt we moved on to the Bolivian capital of la paz. The highest governmental capital city in the world (3400m). We saw people dressed as zebras stopping traffic, the day of the sea, where Bolivians celebrate/commiserate being cut off from the sea by Chile and the new flag designed by the president that isn’t actually the official flag but is used by him anyway. We ate traditional Bolivian food, then got sick, prolonging our stay by a few days, giving Emma even more time to buy cheap and colourful socks, hats and jumpers. It was the most chaotic City we’ve visited; the roads were packed with minibuses shuttling everyone around with a “vocedor” leaning out of each one shouting the destinations. The chaos extended to the day of the sea parade where they failed to block off the road properly, forcing the marching soldiers to weave through traffic and then stop at a traffic light where they marched on the spot until it turned green. We enjoyed the chaos and were reluctant to leave.
We moved on to Copacabana, a town near the border with Perú and on the shore of lake titicaca. We took a boat to the island of the sun where we looked at some Inca ruins, fed a friendly pig a banana skin and admired the views of the lake from the highest point of the island (4000m).
After that we got the bus to Perú.