Isla del Sol and La Paz

Copacabana is touristy. There are seriously english signs all over the place, and the locals seem tired of idiot gringos. It is however funny and charming how they dress up their cars with flowers for good luck. I guess they really need that!
I watched the sunset by the beach, as two australians asked me to join them. We went to a nice little place later on and met some other americans. I met those australians again last night for dinner, here in La Paz.
The morning I was taking the very very slow boat to Isla del Sol, I met two great norwegian girls that I hung out with for that whole trip. The start was pretty miserable, as it was raining and Cold!
It did get much better. We went to see the ruins, hung out on a pir while chileans were playing guitar, had a nap, made pasta on a wood-oven(it takes forever in that altitude, and the water doesn't really boil). Iris threw up in the night, possibly because of that. After all this, we went down to the beach, where we enjoyed more chilean guitarplay, a fireplace, moon and the stars. There are a lot of people staying in tents on the beach.
I got up early and went for a quiet walk, did some yoga on top of the hill, chilled on the beach and got on the boat to Copacabana. Unfortunatly, I forgot to give the girls their room key so that they could get their stuff when they`d leave on the next boat... Sorry!

When I came back to Copacabana, the laundry woman who had tried to clean my gasoline smelling clothes, were trying to charge me 50 bolivianos because the next batch of clothes she had washed, smelled too. It was my first fight in spanish. I ended up paying 20 for her misfortune. My bag still stinks.
The ride to La Paz was alright. The floating raft experience was interesting. Thats how you cross the lake. Getting into the city is always a bit of a hassle, and La Paz is steep, so at one point, some guys actually had to push me up a hill. I found Loki in the end, but there`s no parking, so my bike is in a parqueador. I also found the guys staying in the hostel, too. I didn`t go out with them last night because I got a heavy message...:
- I'm too late to take the chemistry exam - thus I can`t study next year! I`ve had a very very slow morning today, trying to realize this and figure out what I want to do. I never knew how ready I really was to start, and now I can't... feel like a mess.
We`re gonna go for some massages now, so I`ll... yeah... update with pictures later. Its good to be somewhere where I can relax for a bit. I really like this traditional looking hostel with a really tall ceiling. I`ll try to find some paz in La Paz.

Que tal, Bolivia?

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.