There are some days that are perfect. I headed out from Puno to La Paz along Lake Titicaca feeling pretty lucky that I was able to do this trip. Watching the women working in the fields along side the lake, watching the mountains in the distance.
When I first started planning this trip I was going to buy a bike off a guy who was riding from the US down until his father emailed me to say that he had a head on with a truck in Bolivia and was pretty broken up but alive. Then someone emailed me a blog of someone doing this trip and they had just had an accident in Bolivia and broke their leg.
As I am a bit of a weekend long distance rider I wasn’t really looking forward to the rough roads of Bolivia so between that and my sister being here I am going to leave my motorbike in La Paz and travel on bus for a while. So the motorbikers that I emailed about storing my bike in La Paz rode out to meet me just after the Bolivian border and I had my own personal escort into Bolivia. With a delicious trout meal along the way. Thanks to Alfonso and Oscar for organising!
