The Unhappy Traveler
I had to fly back to La Paz after the jungle but I took the 3 hour bus trip to Copacabana first thing in the morning. I was happy to get out of La Paz and excited to be moving closer to Peru. Copacabana is a small city on the banks of Lake Titicaca (stop giggling at the name) which the Incas thought was the birthplace of the sun.
I ended up sitting next to a Swedish man on the bus who seemed to have been traveling endlessly for the past decade. He didn’t really like anywhere except India which I thought was strange because he also mentioned several times how much he disliked crowds of people, especially Russians who travel to India frequently. He went on in this attitude with a few pauses in between and occasionally remarked on how unimpressed he was with South America. The entire continent seemed to have disappointed him in some way or another. He didn’t seem to be looking for a response or really a conversation of any sort, just someone to talk at. I stopped listening and just nodded occasionally, more for his benefit than my own since I was thoroughly bored of him. I wished I knew how to sleep with my eyes open. That way I could make the time spent on this conversation more useful.
When the bus arrived in Copacabana he followed me around as I looked for hostels. He inquired about the cost of getting a single room for himself, telling me how much he disliked staying with other people. In this case, the feeling was mutual. I decided I would take the ferry to Isla Del Sol instead of staying in Copcabana. That way I could get up early and hike across the island while watching the sunrise. To my surprise, my antisocial companion also booked a ferry trip. Then he sat next to me. That’s what I get for pretending to be interested. I was relieved when he slept the whole trip so I didn’t have to be talked at anymore.
When we arrived, he looked around the dock at the island and was very displeased. “I don’t like it here. I’m going back to Copacabana.” He surveyed the landscape. “I’m so fucking sick of llamas.” he said, looking at a crowd of llamas and donkeys on the shore.
He turned around, got back on the boat and left.
The llamas did not try to stop him
I took that as a sign this was going to be a nice place to stay.