23/2013 Huancané to Conima, camping
D44,T5, Av15, max62, Tot16745, 6678
Cool morning hot day mildish evening.
We both slept well, I slept all night probably still tired from a couple of days ago.
We slept in so to speak, till 0800. It was such a relaxing place to camp.
Getting up Titicaca was dead flat with one or two boats out.
There was a man cutting reeds on the shore in front of the dwelling were we were camped.
By the time we got from the tent the sun was almost on our camp.
It was a morning where we both looked at each other and said there is no other place we’d rather be at this point in time.
Our porridge, raisins and coconut flakes were enjoyed just absorbing this vista.
Heading off at 0930 on a warm morning. We just cruised along.
It was going to be a day for just absorbing all around us on this side of the lake not visited by great numbers of tourists.
Stopping above a rocky shore washed with the crystal clear waters of the lake, we wandered down.
Getting my gear off, the waters were tested, as expected they were fresh.
The dip was ultra refreshing though short lived.
Drying myself with a face towel, once clothed, one was feeling very invigorated and somewhat cleansed.
Arriving at Moho we stopped for lunch in a restaurant, bought a few things for the nights camping.
Life on the roadside was rural, with people tending animals, making mud bricks, women weaving and people just meandering.
We were stopping at every opportunity to take photos.
The brilliant blue waters of the lake were so photographic as they contrasted with the dry hills.
We caught up with some children who were riding home from school. They rode with us for quite a way.
They were pointing out the islands of Suasi and Soto.
They were good kids. They learnt English at school, it is very common for children here to be taught English at school.
The day was one of those days you will always remember, the road in many place took us right along the lake shore.
Traffic was non existent to light.
The day was almost cloudless and unusually warm.
The colour of the lake, the highest navigable body of water in the world was mesmerising.
About 1500 hundred we started looking for camps.
One was found on a beach front near Conima in a bay.
It was our second night within a stones throw of the lake. We felt so privileged to be here.
The plan is to try and cross the Bolivian border tomorrow which is only 15 minutes away in a car.
There is a possibility we may not be able to cross, someone told me that paper work had to be done in Sicuani.
If we can't cross we will catch a bus back to do the formalities.
We have a good story lined up just in case.
If Deirdre needs the vaccine we will have to go to Puno anyway.
I wandered around to the rocks to filter water, a fisherman was heading out to check his lines. He said the fishing was not the best.
Dinner was enjoyed to the sound of water lapping the sandy shore.
We wandered around to the rocks to watch the sun set over the far shore of the lake.
Hot chocolate was enjoyed.
Dinner was Maggi corn soup with added lentils and fresh tomatoes.
The evening was still and insect free and not to cool , even though we are still at around 3800m.
As usual we were in bed early. Deirdre brought a 1 man tent back with her to store our gear in at night, my 3 man tent gives us plenty of room.
Now we have plenty of poles for the tarp, the tent is often dry in the mornings, we cook under it also.
It can be put up so it free stands. This time of year rain is not a common occurrence. Luckily. Camping is easy without it.
The bikes are locked together with a line running to the tent.
D44,T5, Av15, max62, Tot16745, 6678
Cool morning hot day mildish evening.
We both slept well, I slept all night probably still tired from a couple of days ago.
We slept in so to speak, till 0800. It was such a relaxing place to camp.
Getting up Titicaca was dead flat with one or two boats out.
There was a man cutting reeds on the shore in front of the dwelling were we were camped.
By the time we got from the tent the sun was almost on our camp.
It was a morning where we both looked at each other and said there is no other place we’d rather be at this point in time.
Our porridge, raisins and coconut flakes were enjoyed just absorbing this vista.
Heading off at 0930 on a warm morning. We just cruised along.
It was going to be a day for just absorbing all around us on this side of the lake not visited by great numbers of tourists.
Stopping above a rocky shore washed with the crystal clear waters of the lake, we wandered down.
Getting my gear off, the waters were tested, as expected they were fresh.
The dip was ultra refreshing though short lived.
Drying myself with a face towel, once clothed, one was feeling very invigorated and somewhat cleansed.
Arriving at Moho we stopped for lunch in a restaurant, bought a few things for the nights camping.
Life on the roadside was rural, with people tending animals, making mud bricks, women weaving and people just meandering.
We were stopping at every opportunity to take photos.
The brilliant blue waters of the lake were so photographic as they contrasted with the dry hills.
We caught up with some children who were riding home from school. They rode with us for quite a way.
They were pointing out the islands of Suasi and Soto.
They were good kids. They learnt English at school, it is very common for children here to be taught English at school.
The day was one of those days you will always remember, the road in many place took us right along the lake shore.
Traffic was non existent to light.
The day was almost cloudless and unusually warm.
The colour of the lake, the highest navigable body of water in the world was mesmerising.
About 1500 hundred we started looking for camps.
One was found on a beach front near Conima in a bay.
It was our second night within a stones throw of the lake. We felt so privileged to be here.
The plan is to try and cross the Bolivian border tomorrow which is only 15 minutes away in a car.
There is a possibility we may not be able to cross, someone told me that paper work had to be done in Sicuani.
If we can't cross we will catch a bus back to do the formalities.
We have a good story lined up just in case.
If Deirdre needs the vaccine we will have to go to Puno anyway.
I wandered around to the rocks to filter water, a fisherman was heading out to check his lines. He said the fishing was not the best.
Dinner was enjoyed to the sound of water lapping the sandy shore.
We wandered around to the rocks to watch the sun set over the far shore of the lake.
Hot chocolate was enjoyed.
Dinner was Maggi corn soup with added lentils and fresh tomatoes.
The evening was still and insect free and not to cool , even though we are still at around 3800m.
As usual we were in bed early. Deirdre brought a 1 man tent back with her to store our gear in at night, my 3 man tent gives us plenty of room.
Now we have plenty of poles for the tarp, the tent is often dry in the mornings, we cook under it also.
It can be put up so it free stands. This time of year rain is not a common occurrence. Luckily. Camping is easy without it.
The bikes are locked together with a line running to the tent.
The stuff you see, roadside
Hand turning a small plot, a common sight
The mud brick crew got a serve about their work site being holiday camp!
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The boys gave us heaps of details about the area.
Another great campsite
West from the bay
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