Tuesday 20th April, 1971

I have just crossed Lago Titicaca, starting from the eastern shore and crossing over to Copacabana on the western peninsula and into Peru. The roads are still metal. The first town is Ilave, small with only one street. I pull over to watch a funeral procession that has filled the street. It’s large, with a band and a bit of color. No vehicles. I stay the night here in a small residencia and have a meal in a restaurant.