Bad Fish?

Well, this morning we are in Copacabana, Bolivia. What are stark difference from Peru and we are just across the border. We spent the morning on the reed islands of Uros, of the shores of Puno. This was a strange mixture authentic indigenous life mixed with a theme park. Once again we could see the bright yellow contrast with a crystal blue sky. The islands are completely made of reeds stacked upon reeds. Of course, the traditional life continues but with tourism the mainstay. It was very nice nonetheless, reed boat rides, hot sun and cool lake breezes made for a very relaxing morning. Then we jumped on a bus for Copacabana. Bumpy, bumpy, bumpy. At the border, the final horrahs of a festival made travel congested to say the least and the bus driver finally told us all to get off and walk as he threw our bags from the moving bus. Bienvenidos a Bolivia Amigos!!! The streets were packed with people, music, foods, and carnival. So we found a dirty little joint, $2.50 per person per night and set out on the town. We found a great little restaurant with Trucha, the famous trout of Copacabana. Stuffed ourselves with food and beer and went to bed. And then....... well we woke up sick as dogs, went back to sleep and woke up a day and a half later, a bit weak and confused. At first we thought it was bad fish. But eric did some reading and we think it was the big meal and drinking that brought on our altitude sickness. So now, in a pleasantly crisp morning we are going to watch the big meals and alcohol and head for La Paz. Until then.