Riding the length of Lake Titicaca in a clapped out old bus, listening to some of my favourite tunes, while watching the crystal clear indigo waters of the highest lake in the world meet the pale cloud-flecked blue sky. In the background the backbone of South America, the white-capped peaks of the Andes rise up like giant dragons' teeth to connect the land with the sky above.
As you can probably tell I was feeling particularly serene and poetic when I wrote this. Five minutes later we arrived at a small town where we had to cross the river.
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