In March 2008, I travelled along the shores of Lake Titicaca, and entered Bolivia. Perched high up in the middle of South America, it has a wild, rugged beauty. You can drive for hundreds of miles across it, past weird twisted rock formations, steaming geysers, sparkling salt flats, smoking volcanoes and strange coloured lakes full of flamingoes, without seeing a single house or even another person.
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