Breath taking views (literally) down steep hillsides patterned with farm terraces, tumbling into the glittering deep blue lake, occasionally stumbling upon indigenous villages and the odd donkey here and there. … Why in the heck are there so many cars waiting outside the basilica covered in flowers and other weird nik naks? Why is there now a priest throwing holy water over the said cars all the time whispering a blessing? What was going on here? … …

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The Copacabana ch'alla – Wherever I May Roam