Off we went from Copacabana on a two-hour boat ride to Isla del Sol. Stepping off the boat, it occurred to me that this was my first time on an island. There were little cottages that dotted the hillside. The island was swarming with alpaca, donkey, and sheep, and I felt like I had been transported to a different time period.
There were Incan ruins from 400 AD that were constructed like a maze. They were mostly just stone walls. It was crazy to think that people once called this place home.
The altitude made this mediocre hike appear strenuous, and after coming back from the Amazon, Grace and I once again were acclimating ourselves. Our European friends severely out hiked us. We made it to our beautiful, decorated hostel that overlooked Lake Titicaca from our window. We indulged ourselves in food, feeling as though we deserved it after 10 miles of uphill climbing. A couple rounds of “bullshit” were played as everyone introduced their countries’ own version, and we went to bed.
I threw up this morning, but breakfast made it better. Watermelon juice, homemade bread with jam, and musli, which is seriously my favorite thing right now.
Our trip back happened way too fast, and before I knew it, I was saying goodbye to some of the coolest people I have ever met. All of them were leaving to Peru to see Machu Pichu or embark on some other awesome adventure. I wish them all the best of luck in these endeavors.
Grace and I got to watch parts of a parade that were taking place in the cathedral square that afternoon. Apparently, today was the start of a new tradition for the people of Copacabana. Today was the first day in the history of EVER that they celebrated their culture and ancestry. There were floats, women were dancing around in their traditional garb, and men were dressed in Incan attire. The secretary of the state was even there shaking men’s hands and kissing the cheeks of the women. It was colorful and so full of life, and we feel fortunate to have experienced this moment in history.
The hike to the top of Calvary Hill was well worth watching the sunset over Lake Titicaca to end a wonderful day.
Or so I thought it was the end of a great day…
You know, I was wondering why our hostel only cost the equivalent of 3 and a half American dollars.
While showering, I reached my hands up to stretch. All of a sudden, I felt like I had just time traveled, and was confused as to where I was. I then realized I had just been electrocuted. The wave of pain seared through my fingers and to my toes. I had never been electrocuted before, and there was an abysmal amount of pain racing through my body. I ran naked out of the shower, yelling for Grace.
“Grace! I just got electrocuted! What’s happening to my body?! I feel so weird!”
She calmly looked at me. “Turn off the shower.”
I faintly touched the handle that was covered in plastic. (Obviously, the owners already knew about this problem). A smaller shock met my hand. I looked down at my plastic Tevas (probably what saved me from a more severe shock). I used them to turn the handle of the shower off.
Grace told me I might feel out of it for the next couple of days. I felt spacy the rest of the night, and as I write this the next morning, my hand is still tingling. I’m now wondering if $3.50 for shelter is worth my life… Hmm…