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.

Chivay to Puno

I left, once again, very early. Driving up to 4900 meters above sea level that early was quite cold for my fingers. The engine did fine, until the level of gasoline got a bit low.

Just to be sure, I did some more check ups. It turned out to just be the lack of gasoline, so that I would have to refill or switch on the reserve, every time the engine would stop. The views were more spectacular at first, but it was nicer when it got a bit hotter. I´ve seen so much incredible nature now...

Made it all the way to Puno, where I got pulled over by cops. They immediatly shipped me off as they saw that I was a white woman. What wrong am I gonna do? just ride without a licence. taha. On my way out of Arequipa, I didn´t take any chances and did a loop in a dirty little village to avoid the police check ups.

Seing Lake Titicaca was quite a reward. I should´ve sat down to relax, but I got some great massage tips, and went searching. A woman walked with me for great parts of it, just to help out. Only found overprices places and was exhausted by the end of it. Now I´m all wrapped up in a blanket, ready for the big day tomorrow.

Its my last day in Peru, today, and I´ve been reflecting. I really came to like peruvians as well as their nature. Colombians are different. They have this incredible pulse, while peruvians have a more reserved pride(in a good way), and I´ve talked to so many nice old men that love to talk about their country. There´s a different crowd travelling in Peru, and its amazing how established tourism is here. You´ll find a gringo anywhere!

There´s also an older crowd, very often couples, travelling in Peru. Definately more europeans.

I am now very much excited about how Bolivia will be! I´ll miss the peruvian roads at one point, probably. The food too. Oh boy..