The border crossing was great: no line, no hassle, no questions about licence.
Getting to the border was worse, or had a rough start, as a bus tried to make a u-turn right in front of me. My reaction was not fear, but actually anger. What the hell was he doing?
So yeah, we went down, you can say.. the driver gave me 20 soles for repairs, apologizing that he didn`t see me. My lightcover fell off and a man came rushing with some superglue. The first reaction you get when you go down is concern for your bike. He is luckily alright... when I was reaching the border, a car drove into my file and I though: Hell no, not again!
Luckily he was just avoiding some holes in the ground, and returned to his side.. I already notice the roads being a great deal worse. You never know whats around the corner.
My gasoline casket did burst out quite a lot of gasoline, so my stuff is in the laundry.
I reached Copacabana; the supertouristy town by the lovely lake Titicaca, and the first ones I met were the guys, who didn`t get why a biker kept honking at them. They`re on their way to La Paz, now. I`m going to Isla del Sol in the morning.
