Ah, Bolivia; a country to make one weep at once with joy and with sadness, a land-locked strife-torn nation that straddles the eastern arm of the central Andes.
I came away after a week in just one corner of the country with more vivid memories and more tales to tell than from two months in other parts of South America (and not enough good photos to support their telling).
It is a country of remarkable contrasts, between ice-clad peaks, high desert plains and the lushness of the upper Amazon Basin, between the bustling modern city of La Paz, rural towns that are scarcely functional and ancient fields still worked by the hands of Incans in traditional robes (not donned for tourists), between opulent wealth and abject poverty.
A fascinating but at times edgy place for the independent traveller to explore.
Brazil has Copacabana Beach; Bolivia also has its Copacabana, a slightly dishevelled small beach resort town on the shore of Lake Titikaka at such elevation (3,840 m) that it is much too cold to swim.
But the town is pleasant and it is here one can catch a boat to the Islas del Sol and de la Luna (the islands of the sun and the moon).