Her name was LOLA, she was a (3rd world) showgirl...

Copacabana is a Bolivian tourist town on Lake Titicaca. It is much cooler than Puno, Peru, and I went there to embark on the famed Isla Del Sol (Island of the Sun) tour. The tour cost $3 USD and the boat that took us to the Island could not have cost much more than that. Fortunately, had the boat capsized, 50% of the people on board would have had their own life preserver.

The tour included 4 hours of boating, a three hour walk and guided tour that explained why the lake was named Titicaca. Contrary to popular belief, it does NOT mean "boob poop", but rather "Cat Rock" because the Isla Del Sol has a large rock that several indigenous fellows thought looked like a puma when they were in the midst of a 3-day alcohol binge hundreds of years ago. I stared at the rock for 30 minutes and the only animal I could come up with was a retarded turtle. (I obviously support the renaming of the lake to "turtle shit".)

Overall, the trip was good and on the boat ride home I met an incredibly nice and slightly overweight middle-aged woman from Forth Worth, Texas. I was surprised when she said I reminded her of a Texas Billionaire adventurist (John Appleton) who recently died during a skydiving accident. I guess it was a compliment. I was increasingly surprised when she mentioned that she had 1,500 skydives under her belt. Not bad for a 7th grade teacher from Texas who doesn't have the typical skydiving build.

My hotel in Copacabana was of note. The shower was one of those electrical showers that heat up the water as it passes. Thusly, to have any warmth, you have to turn the faucet way down to the point that the water pressure is commensurate with someone taking a pee on you. (And not a "Guy pee" the morning after a night of heavy beer drinking, but rather a dehydrated 10-year old peeing when his/her parents force them to go to the bathroom before a long care ride). Furthermore, the showerhead was pretty low and electrocuted me whenever I touched it. This was not very conducive to washing my hair with my hands.

The hotel also locked me out the first night, so I had to scale a 12 foot outer fence, and then pick the lock on another door to get in. When I was about 75% up the first fence, I found it interesting that a girl walking down the street thought I was in the talking mood, and moreso, if I had any cocaine to sell her. Regaining my balance and realizing we were looking for boosts of a different kind, I said "No", and finished my ascent.