As I was accustomed to by this point, I tried to get to a new country (Peru) but was blocked by an unexpected big group of people partying in Bolivia.
We were en route to the border town of Copacabana, a beautiful, quiet, tourist town on the southern shore of Lake Titicaca.
To get there we had to cross a straight connecting the main part of the lake to a southern “attachment”. Our bus had to cross too, which was a funny sight.
Once I got to the city and figured out my travel arrangements, I had an hour to try to figure out what was going on, and could only find out that it was the 3rd of May festival–despite the fact that it was 3 days beforehand. I guess it was the preparty.
I went to have lunch in a trout cafe, where the fresh fish from the lake is served right on its banks. With view of the parade, of course.
Some of the costumes were elaborate structures, whereas others conveyed information about an organization.
I also instantly recognized the loud, whirring sound of four drone rotor blades above my head, filming the festival.
By then it was already time to go on, so I grabbed my bag and struggled through the streets that already barely had enough room for the parade. It was an entertaining, if random, distraction in the middle of that day.