All of our focus today was on how to get to La Paz where we had booked our next accommodation. Only two boats left the island per day so this was potentially problematic. One at 10.30am and the other at 4pm. If we got the 4pm one then we wouldn't make it in time. I had the pleasure of a solo breakfast thanks to Emma not feeling too well. Although this could sound a bit lonely and sad, it turned out to be the opposite. It was great, I had the chance to enjoy the fantastic views of deep blue lake with snow-capped mountains in the background. Life wasn't tough but it was about to become more problematic to say the least...
Getting onto the boat was easy enough. The rocking of the waves was also, easy enough. Yet there was one thing marring our time on the 90 minute journey in the sun. That was liberal Americans. They had decided that it was the perfect time to preach to another couple about all of the supposed injustices in the world that they could think of. This lasted the entire journey. Why not just enjoy yourselves! You're on holiday. We managed to book ourselves onto a bus quite easily with some of our remaining cash before the cash machines decided to go into meltdown mode and not give us any money really. After buying lunch we proceeded to try and get onto our bus. This is when the mares started to begin... So one woman started trying to tell us that we were waiting for the wrong bus. This was ok and so we went for the same company bus next to it. Naturally we got onto it and started looking for our seats - 3 and 4. For some reason they didn't exist... So we sat in the closest to what seemed right - 7 and 8. Not long after we were told by the same woman in inaudible Spanish that we were in the wrong seats and had to move. By this point we had picked up a bit of Spanish, especially listening, but this woman made no sense and I let her know that. We asked where our seats were and we were gestured towards two fold out chairs next to the driver. Surely this wasn't right. A bit disgruntled we sat down and waited. Thankfully a man told us that it was the wrong bus and the one we had originally waited for, was in fact the right one - shock. A man traded our receipt that we thought was a ticket for an actual more official looking ticket with seat numbers on. Thus the mares of the bus in Copacabana had been finalised, but not the mares overall... Around 90 minutes into the journey and everyone got off the bus. Very strange as La Paz was over three hours away. Thankfully the man in front of us spoke English and explained that we had to get off so we could get the boat over to the other side of the lake. Not far as it was a short part of it. We hesitated with a few others at the back of the bus and managed to stay on the bus as we loaded onto a wooden boat to cross the lake. Thankfully this went swimmingly to avoid us swimming. Thus the nightmares of the bus had concluded. We arrived in La Paz and hailed a taxi quite easily. Our accommodation in La Paz is actually one of the best so far and we are only paying a tenner each a night. Not too bad. Looking forward to exploring some more of La Paz in the next few days.
