I’ve given up trying to write this in a chronological order. It’s too long and boring and I have to really wrack my brain. I’m going to take a more organic approach (aka just say what pops into my stupid little brain). After a rough couple of days in La Paz, I have found a happy haven in Copacabana, a small town in Lake Titicaca. It’s very chilled out, peaceful yet with a touristy, holiday buzz in the best possible way and everyone has so far been extremely friendly.

This is actually the first time I’ve been totally alone alone. I know I ditched Chris a while ago, but I’ve always headed to new places accompanied by other people. And do you know, I’m actually feeling quite content, in spite of a lot of shitty factors such as not having had any sleep. For dinner I went to this groovy little bar called Pueblo Viejo and had lasagne and orange juice and there was a Bolivian band playing.

I have come to realise that all Bolivian songs contain both the words “amor” and “corazon”, without fail. They’re all ridiculously sweet and romantic, especially when you compare it to reggaeton which is pure sex. This band basically consisted of a guy with a guitar and a reasonably good voice and what looked like his dad on bass and his granddad on this weird bongo drum. I thoroughly enjoyed it and clapped especially loudly.

Tomorrow I’m getting up very bright and early to go to Isla del Sol. Exciting time ahead. I might end up staying here longer than I thought. Relax a little, be happy, la la la.