We had a surprisingly peaceful and enjoyable border crossing, in stark contrast to the hectic way we had entered the country from Ecuador. We took several local minibuses around Lake Titicaca and a mototaxi to reach the border village. The minibuses are small Japanese affairs and they never say no to any potential passenger, managing to wedge over 20 people into the small space on most journeys.
Our final minibus had 6 live sheep loaded onto the roof alongside our rucksacks, a bike and several huge sacks of produce.
Chucking the sheep off the roof when we arrivedFor the final stretch on the Peruvian side we accepted the offer of a taxi man to take us and our bags to the border for a £1. He showed us to his vehicle which turned out to be a push bike with two seats at the front. After being crammed in the minibuses it was great to have some fresh air and we didn't mind at all that other people occasionally whizzed past in faster options. 
As the border loomed into view it occurred to us that it was at the top of a sizeable hill and that our enthusiastic peddler may incur difficulties. He managed about 20 metres up the hill, gasping for breath, before we got out and enjoyed a pleasant stroll to the border.
The border
As the border loomed into view it occurred to us that it was at the top of a sizeable hill and that our enthusiastic peddler may incur difficulties. He managed about 20 metres up the hill, gasping for breath, before we got out and enjoyed a pleasant stroll to the border.
The borderOnce on the Bolivian side, we took a ten minute minibus (colectivo) to Copacabana, a small town on the shore of the lake.
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