|Coming into Caja Cachi|
|The border office in|
Puerto Acosta, Bolivia
Unfortunately, we had just missed the border station's morning window, and he was out to lunch for the next two hours or so. The guards next door lifting and lowering the road block were quite nice. Fidgit talked with them in hopes that they would put a good word in when it came time to explain our situation to the border guard. I think her schmoozing worked, because the guy ushered us into the office after his return and stamped our passports after minimal questioning. He then asked us many questions about our journey and even helped us find a ride to Tilali, Peru that evening by asking each passing vehicle if they could take us!
|The border guard had a wall of visitors, and added us!|
When we got back to the hostel, we both breathed a sigh of relief knowing that we wouldn't have to go through the border hassle again for a while - Peru is our last country before returning to the U.S. to wait out the rainy season.
|Lake Titicaca from the Peruvian border|
The next day, we got on another van and headed back to Caja Cachi. We then headed toward the actual area of the Bolivia/Peru border we were going to cross.
|Border office in Tilali, Peru|
|Happy to be done with passport stamps!|
|Main square in Puerto Acosta, Bolivia. They|
were having a Sunday Feria