{"id":9161,"date":"2015-05-29T17:40:42","date_gmt":"2015-05-29T21:40:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/?p=9161"},"modified":"2015-06-28T06:01:59","modified_gmt":"2015-06-28T10:01:59","slug":"cruising-to-bolivia","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/?p=9161","title":{"rendered":"Cruising to Bolivia"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Friday &#8211; May 29, 2015<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Lake Titicaca was a sacred place to the Incan people because they believed it\u00a0was the birth place of the sun. The god Viracocha came out of the waters\u00a0and created the sun, the stars, and the first people. As I watched the sun rise over the lake this morning, I could appreciate\u00a0the mythology.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/IMG_3811.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-9162\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/IMG_3811.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_3811\" width=\"400\" height=\"250\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Today was our day to travel to Bolivia. The original plan was again thwarted by the miners&#8217; strike so Marcos arranged for us to traverse the entire length of the lake (180 miles) from Puno, Peru to Huatajata, Bolivia by hydrofoil then take a bus to the capitol city: La Paz.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/DSC_0350.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-9167\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/DSC_0350.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0350\" width=\"400\" height=\"262\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>The air temperature was forty-two\u00a0degrees in the morning when the group boarded two small power boats like the one pictured below. \u00a0The boat drove toward the city of Puno on the other side of the bay and the captain stopped the engines. The water was calm and we drifted for about thirty minutes. I stepped out on the aft deck to take photos of Puno from the water. (photo above)<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/IMG_3822.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-9166\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/IMG_3822.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_3822\" width=\"400\" height=\"286\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">We had given\u00a0our passports and papers to Marcos and we waited patiently for a Peruvian official as the boat continued to drift. We quietly\u00a0watched as a middle-aged man in military uniform boarded our boat and went\u00a0to the forward deck with Marcos to review\u00a0our passports and clear us out of Peru. The customs inspector&#8217;s\u00a0business took\u00a0about fifteen minutes. Then he\u00a0returned to his boat, our captain started the engines,\u00a0and we were on our way. \u00a0The hydrofoil flew a Bolivian flag, so we were officially in Bolivia!<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/IMG_3830.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-9168\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/IMG_3830.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_3830\" width=\"400\" height=\"280\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">After several hours on the lake, we approached the lovely town of Copacabana. The hydrofoil tied up at the dock and we were allowed to step off. The dock belonged to\u00a0the land-locked Bolivian Navy and we were warned NOT to take photos of the military base or our cameras would be confiscated. I didn&#8217;t take any photos of the two-story white stucco building which looked more like a boater&#8217;s clubhouse from the 1950&#8217;s. Two customs officers boarded our hydrofoil to check our passports and clear us into Bolivia.\u00a0We were told there were long lines at other customs offices on the lake and this would be the easiest and quickest way to gain entry into the country. \u00a0It certainly was <strong><em>interesting.<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/DSC_0363.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-9169\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/DSC_0363.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0363\" width=\"400\" height=\"268\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Back on the hydrofoil again, this time on our way to Isla del Sol for our first Bolivian lunch. There are no motor vehicles or paved roads on the hilly island which has been inhabited for four thousand years. The eight hundred families who live there today survive by farming, fishing, and tourism.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/DSC_0400.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-9170\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/DSC_0400.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0400\" width=\"400\" height=\"267\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">We climbed up steep stone steps to a tourist restaurant overlooking the blue lake. Tables had been\u00a0set outdoors and we enjoyed trout, rice, and several different kinds of potatoes. Isla del Sol is the largest island on Lake Titicaca and regarded as the home of the supreme Inca god, Inti. There are many ancient ruins located on the island including a &#8216;fountain of youth.&#8217; Unfortunately, we didn&#8217;t have time to stop there and check it out.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/IMG_3837.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-9171\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/IMG_3837.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_3837\" width=\"400\" height=\"305\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>The hydrofoil continued through the narrow Straits of Tiquina and finally arrived in the town of Huatajata. Our boat tied up at the dock and we stepped off while the boatsmen handled our luggage. There was\u00a0a boatyard crane on the cement pier and the Limachi family&#8217;s museum beyond.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/DSC_0429.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-9172\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/DSC_0429.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0429\" width=\"400\" height=\"263\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>The museum shows how early Aymara people lived centuries ago. The Limachi family specialized in building ocean-going boats built from the lake reeds called &#8216;totora.&#8217; The reeds on Lake Titicaca are similar to reeds on the Nile River and several explorers theorized ocean crossings on these boats.\u00a0Limachi-built\u00a0ships have successfully sailed across the Pacific, Atlantic, and Mediterranean Seas.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/DSC_0445.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-9173\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/DSC_0445.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0445\" width=\"400\" height=\"260\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>The reed ship, shaped like a Viking longboat, is locally called a &#8216;Thunupa&#8217; after an Andean deity. The family patriarch, Demitrio Limachi, helped build the most famous reed boat, the Ra ll with Norwegian adventurer Thor Heyerdahl in 1970. One of the Limachi brothers, pictured below, came out to greet our boat.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/IMG_3843.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-9174\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/IMG_3843.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_3843\" width=\"400\" height=\"277\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/DSC_0427.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-9175\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/DSC_0427.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0427\" width=\"400\" height=\"323\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>After touring the museum and taking photos, we boarded a motor coach for the two-hour drive\u00a0to Nuestra Se\u00f1ora de La Paz, the Bolivian capital.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/DSC_0461.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-9176\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/DSC_0461.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0461\" width=\"400\" height=\"268\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">The Andes Mountains towered\u00a0over the roadway as we traveled through the high plains of Bolivia. I had read about the thousands of llama and alpaca herds which roamed this region\u00a0during ancient times and enticed the Incan king to invade the territory because he needed the animals for\u00a0work and food for his growing empire. Manpower\u00a0and llamas ultimately\u00a0built the vast Incan Empire which covered almost the entire western coast of South America.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/DSC_0475.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-9180\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/DSC_0475.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0475\" width=\"400\" height=\"275\" \/><\/a>21,000&#8242; Snow-covered Mt. Illimani<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">We were\u00a0lucky to sit behind the driver and it was a very pleasant drive through the Altiplano (high plains) until we approached La Paz. As the traffic increased and red-clay buildings multiplied, I felt\u00a0as if I was sitting in a movie theater looking out of the windshield screen at a human hive of activity.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/DSC_0490.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-9181\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/DSC_0490.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0490\" width=\"400\" height=\"241\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/DSC_0512.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-9182\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/DSC_0512.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0512\" width=\"400\" height=\"249\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">We approached\u00a0El Alta, or <em>The Heights,<\/em>\u00a0which is a\u00a0suburban city just outside La Paz, situated on the high plains at\u00a0an altitude of 4000 meters (13,000 feet). This is the fastest growing urban center in Bolivia with a growing\u00a0population of one million. Eighty-five\u00a0percent of the people are Aymara and Quechua Amerindians. Our bus inched along in unbelievably heavy traffic teeming with vehicles\u00a0and pedestrians threading their way along the main road. I had a bird&#8217;s eye view of the activity and was grateful that I wasn&#8217;t driving.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/DSC_0516.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-9183\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/DSC_0516.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0516\" width=\"400\" height=\"244\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/DSC_0519.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-9184\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/DSC_0519.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0519\" width=\"400\" height=\"261\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Eventually, we arrived in La Paz and our motor coach descended into the valley which comprises the highest administrative capital in the world. We stopped briefly at an overlook to see the city below. It&#8217;s only 3500 meters (11,500 feet) above sea level.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/IMG_3890.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-9186\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/IMG_3890.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_3890\" width=\"400\" height=\"248\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>The city of La Paz filled the area between the mountains to look like a large bowl filled with red-clay buildings oozing their way up the sides. Another million people live in this bowl.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/IMG_3896.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-9187\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/IMG_3896.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_3896\" width=\"400\" height=\"319\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">It had been a long day filled with many unusual sights and sounds and it was good to arrive at our hotel: the Camino Real Suites located in the Calacoto neighborhood\u00a0of the city. This was supposed to be in the southern part of the city where the altitude was lower than the rest of La Paz, but at 3300 meters (11,000 ft) we were still &#8216;up in the air.&#8217; \u00a0I rested and looked forward to seeing more of the city\u00a0tomorrow.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Friday &#8211; May 29, 2015 Lake Titicaca was a sacred place to the Incan people because they believed it\u00a0was the birth place of the sun. The god Viracocha came out of the waters\u00a0and created the sun, the stars, and the first people. 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