Grey puma

By the shore of the world's highest navigable lake lies Punos. In the lake itself floats several reed islands, and we went to the island known as Khana Uru on that last full day in Perú. After being told how the Aymara people of the lake made their floating islands Kate, Cholong, Katherine and I were welcomed into the house, or rather reed hut of Norma and her husband. A trip by a Ra-styled reed boat was improved, or slightly disturbed, by a young boy screaming songs in different languages at the top of his lungs. After buying some tacky souvenirs we headed back to the shore, and whereas most of the overlanders took a bus back to the hotel, Lars, Kate, Cholong and I decided to take a tour in one of the pedal boats. Chosing the dragon-shaped one over the swans, Donald Ducks, Godzillas and pelicans, we pedalled our crazyboat across the still waters, before having a delicious trout lunch. We got some tricycle taxis to take us back to our home and set out to go to a totally different country: Bolivia. The border crossing went without any glitches for most of us, but the guard thought Cholong was from North Korea, and insisted on her going to the embassy in wherever to get a visa. Anks came to the rescue and explained to the border police that South Korea is indeed not the same country as North Dito.We arrived at another lakeside town, this one called Copacabana, rather late in the evening and headed for Fatima's for dinner. Afterwards Ross, Lars, Cillian and I went for one beer at Nemo's. Well, one beer is impossible to have, so the before you knew it was 4:30 and an Argentinian guy suggested a game of poker along with the barkeep, Tom the Pom. 6:15 was the time we went back, and the boat to Isla del Sol embarked att 8:30.The rain was pouring down, and the inside of the boat was jam packed, so we had to sit on the sunroof. Nevertheless, after two hours of cold and rain we arrived at the island on which, according to legend, the sun and the moon were born. A brisk hike to some indian ruins was followed by a series of magic rituals, in which my co-travellers placed stones in what our local guide insisted was the mouth of a cliff shaped exactly like a cat and bathed their faces in holy water.After the religious nonsense we set out on a 1,5-2 hour trek, that turned out to be closer to three hours. The peaks just kept coming, and as Clare insisted that that particular peak was the last one and it was downhill from then on, she promised me a hot chocolate with whisky upon return to town if there were any more peaks to climb. There were.Eventually we came back, had the best and biggest pizza in Bolivia, I claimed my hot chocolate with whisky, which Clare happily provided, and took an early night, eager to get ready for the next day's drive to La Paz, my last driving day of the trip.The lake's name is Titicaca, and it means grey puma in Aymara.