The morning bus from Copacabana to La Paz involved a ferry halfway along, over a part of Lake Titicaca. All the traffic bound for the capital is shunted across the water on rafts – this is our bus (pic) – and the passengers go by separate boats. (Which did, at least, provide the opportunity to visit the toilet. Buses in South America rarely have them. If they do, they're locked. If they're not locked, they don't work. And if they do work, there's no toilet paper.)
We got La Paz, the world's highest capital astoundingly situated at 3600m, at lunchtime. You arrive via the high plains of El Alto, and the city – which occupies a huge bowl of a valley – suddenly opens up below you. The bus clattered its way down rutted streets to the centre, at the bottom (pic). I snagged a two-course lunch set menu for 17 bolivianos (about £1.60) at a local place, which was very enjoyable. Not as enjoyable as the first hot shower in ages, though, in the hostel.
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