Tuesday 20th April, 1971

I leave La Paz and head up the east shore of Lago Titicaca, ferry the bike across the narrow passage to Copacabana, and cross the border into Peru at Yunguyo. At 12,640 feet, Titicaca is the highest navigable lake in the world. My crossing goes well, but I do get stories from locals about the bad storms and all the cars and trucks at the bottom that didn’t make it across.

At the border, the Customs official asks if he can take the bike for a ride around the town, and leaves me to look after his office and answer the telephone. Fortunately, it doesn’t ring, as he takes his time eventually returning.