Ready to hike

The next day on Isla del Sol, Yasu (yes I had his name wrong on the last entry) and I woke up at sunrise, got breakfast and started to walk at 8:00 am towards the south area of the island. A couple of people told us it would take us about two and a half hours to get there, take the boat at 10:30 am for one and a half hours and be at Copacabana at noon to kill time and lunch and take the 1:30pm bus to Puno-Peru to be there at 5:00pm. Of course we thought about taking pictures and stopping in some ruins. Some of the Tiawanaku ruins. Yes this people were here too. We said thank you and goodbye to Fidel. Yasu was with a little hangover since we drank two beers the night before after our unsuccesful search for a TV to watch the football match. I mentioned altitude has a stronger effect on our bodies when we put it through some normal routines, alcohol feels stronger, digestion is slower so we can not eat as much as we usually do, and it is preferable to eat fruits and drink lots of fluids, and the short of breath can cause headaches, vomiting and dizziness. All this is known as altitude sickness or SOROCHE (so-roh-sheh). There are now some soroche pills. And depending on our bodies and health state the soroche affect us differently. So this lake http://www.virtualtourist.com/travel/South_America/Bolivia/Things_To_Do-Bolivia-BR-4.html which is situated at 3,800 meters (12,467 feet) above sea level will definetely has its way with us. After walking for two hours and checking the most we could of the 115 miles length of this lake from the top of the island we discovered we were running behind. Yasu, fell a couple of times, since he had a bad stomach as well. We realized that we were to miss the boat that would take us back to Copacabana. Our big mistake, or perhaps our big adventure, was to carry all of our 60 pounds of luggage on our backs and fronts. We took several breaks and changed shirts since we were soaking wet because of the heat. The good thing is that it is dry weather. We run into several other walkers going on the opposite direction, but apparently they were just going from the south area to the north as a matter of checking the island and with no weight whatsoever. My shoulders were in pain and Yasu was looking as pale as a piece of paper. He told me to go on, but I refused. We started together, we´ll finish together i said. Once we got to the top of the south area we had to go down and pretended our legs were still fresh to support our weight. We made it down and dropped everything we had on. Yasu collapsed and laid down on the small pier. It was noon, and we had missed the last boat of the morning by half hour. A man offered us to take us for 4 times the price we would normally have paid. Thinking that we would have to pay for lodging if we waited for the next boat at three pm and be in Puno next day we accepted, the numbers added up to the same. We took the boat, the only two in it were us and the captain. Yasu, decided to go back to la Paz since he was feeling very sick. His yoga drills he exercised on the boat during the ride had no effect. He then, took the next bus and I decided to get another fried trout by the beach looking at the this lake again. Immense. Later i got my feet wet in the cold lake and then took the van at 3pm which would take me to the border with Peru, hoping that the immigration office was still open. Goodbye Bolivia.