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Bolivia!  What a place!  They have started wars with just about every country they border and lost all of them!  They have a navy and yet are completely landlocked!

One thing that Bolivia does have, it has the original Copacabana.  Copacabana was totally different to any town in South America we had previously been to.  A very quiet, picturesque place without the traffic of Peruvian cities.

We went on a day trip to the much anticipated Isla De Sol.  If we are honest, it was a bit of a let down, apart from the very rocky boat ride back which scared the hell out of those without sea legs!  Maybe because we had been to Machu Picchu?  The Templo El Inca looked more like a deserted farmhouse, the Mesa De Sacrificio (Sacrificial Table) and Roca Sagrada (Sacred Rock) were worth the walk, if you have a good imagination!  Also the walk up the Fuente Del Inca was a walk up too many steps for no apparent reason!  The Templo El Sol, which we were really looking forward to, was the biggest let down of all!  We'd been built up to it all day and we just sailed past it!

When we got back to shore, the storm that hit made up for everything!  The lightning bolts were spectacular!  The hostel we stayed at, La Cupula, was on a hill overlooking the bay and whilst we sat and had a superb meal in their restaurant, we were treated to great views of the storm coming in!

We only stayed in Copacabana for a couple of nights before we caught the bus to La Paz.  We had heard about "people power" in Bolivia and when we arrived at the outskirts of La Paz, above the crater, we were treated to an example of it!  Women were sat across the main road into La Paz and consequently all traffic had to use side streets and the chaos was incredible.  Apparently, or so it seemed, other than the main road, there is only one bridge that gets you either in or out of La Paz and every car, bus, wagon and motorcycle was trying to cross it!  There are also no road markings, so the most aggressive driver wins, which is usually the one with the biggest vehicle!  As a passenger it was wild to watch, but I would have hated to be behind the wheel!

When you get to the top of the volcanic crater that La Paz is built in you cannot believe what you see.  La Paz has three different climates according to each zone's altitude.  The centre of town is at 3,650 metres above sea level, the zone of Aranjuez (where our hotel was) is at 3,300 metres.  El Alto, where the protest was going on, is at 4,082 metres.  This is also home to the highest international airport in the world, where the arrivals lounge has rows of oxygen tents for people who pass out from altitude sickness!

La Paz was just like New York in so much as most of the taxi drivers were not locals, didn't speak any recognisable language and had no idea how to get to wherever you wanted to go!

One thing we can assure you of is that even after seven years as a couple and five weeks travelling together, we still created sparks in bed!  The sheets we had, apparently combined with the altitude, meant that if you lay on the bed and slid your arms and legs around sparks literally flew off you!  It was quite bizarre to see!

We took a ten hour, overnight bus journey from La Paz to Uyuni, in southern Bolivia, to spend three days in a 4X4 with a Brit, an Israeli, an Australian, two extremely rude and inconsiderate Brazilians and a mad, Bolivian driver travelling across the Salt Pans!

The Salt Pans, on the central Andean Altiplano and at an average height of 3,600 metres above sea level, were amazing.  Firstly you see the Salt Pyramids in Colchani, created by the farmers who work on the salt pans.  Soon after, you arrive at the Hotel De Sal, which is exactly as it sounds, a hotel made almost entirely of salt and then in the middle of the Salt Pan, Isla Pescado, a cacti-covered oasis, where you stand atop of this "island" and can see nothing but salt!

Overnight we stayed in a little village called San Juan, where they have a cemetery that has had all the volcanic rock graves (Chullpas) opened, so you can see the remains of the "mummies" inside.  Although I went to look, unlike my fellow travellers, when I got there I felt I was being intrusive and did not take any photos as I felt this would be disrespectful.  I'm not sure how I would feel if someone wanted to open my relatives’ graves and let tourists take photos of them?

Over the three days we saw several lagoons, but Lagunas Cañapa, Hedionda and Colorado, at 4,278 metres above sea level, had to be the most impressive.  The first two because of the vast numbers of Flamingos they were home to and Colorado because of the red colour of the water.

We were incredibly lucky to both see and hear a volcano, Volcan Iruputuncu, blow a side vent.  We all stood in awe whilst this volcano firstly blew ash and steam from a side vent near its top and then give us a gentle reminder, by way of a long rumble, that it is only sleeping and still very much active!

The final day saw us make our way to the Chilean border, via Sol De Manana, where we saw some great Geysers and bubbling mud pools.

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