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Some German guy took offence to the fact me and Bend were watching South Park on the bus and hit me on the shoulder and said ´not ok´ I had no idea what he was on about at first but I turned it down so just me and Bend could hear. He came back 2 secs later and hit me on the shoulder again, a bit harder this time, and said ´not ok´again. Now if he hadnt hit me on the shoulder I would have happily turned it off or at leats down more but since he was being aggressive I told him ´no, it is perfectly ok, f++k off´. Not the best start to La Paz but oh well.
The bus has to be taken over the lake at one point and it is put on an impossibly small boat, if you can call it a boat, and I have no idea how it didnt sink!
Arriving in La Paz is pretty cool.
We booked into a Hostal and just did our usual first day wandering around. It is a strange place. On the main tourist street we spent half an hour trying to find a restaraunt. There are so few of them it is crazy, but there are innumerous hairdressers! They actually come out and try convince you you need a haircut as you walk down the street!
We found an Italian restaraunt eventually and after 40 min our food was brought to us(we were the only people in the restaraunt). Bends pasta was actually swimming in water and my ´special sandwich´came with very undercooked chips.
We booked our trip down the worlds most dangerous road for Monday and we got quite a good price; 20quid each for a full day including the bike, all the gear, meals and a stop off at a class hotel at the end of the day where we can use all the facilities.
I have to say Im not very impressed with La Paz. People are pretty inconsiderate and rude. We got woken up about ten times through the night, once at 3am, with people hammering their horns continually.
Today we did tons of shopping and I got basically all of my tarvel/xmas gifts (thats right people, you aint bloody getting two!) and me and Bend considered buying some San Pedro but decided we didnt have the right materials to prepare it properly...mailing it home though, hmmm, lol.
Later we found...a...Hard Rock Cafe! Woo, some decent food was in order. It was so strange being in there; it was pretty full and every single customer was a westerner. I didnt really care as the food and music was amazing. We also had way too many Boks (the worlds most dangerous road at 7am the next day was pushed from our heads) which is a local beer of 7% strength.
Staggered home to bed, think there was some sining, some dancing, the rest doesnt bear thinking about, haha.
DAY 3, WORLDS MOST DANGEROUS ROAD
God knows how we got ourselves up at 6:30am but we managed it. We were so tired I managed to check out and pay for both me and Bend and later discover that he had already paid for himself the previous night.
We met up with the company who were taking us and they gave us a shambles of a breakfast consisting of stale bread and some tea. It was not looking good and we were a bit worried that we had chosen a crap tour operator but it all turned out ok.
There was also a huge group of Israelis in our group who were extremely loud and annoying, not what you want when your feeling slightly rough and very tired!
We drove to the start of the Death Road with the bikes on the roof of the van and our bags balanced precariously on top of them which was pretty funny.
The Death Road itself was so much bloody fun! You kind of tune out of the sheer drop 2 feet to your left and it only comes screaming back into yoru mind when you take a corner too fast, pushing your bike to make sure you stay in front of the rest of the group(well thats what I did but maybe Im just too competative and stupid, haha), your rear tire jumps on a stone and you beggin skidding, the bike shaking from side to side and you think your about to go over. Funnily enough this happened alot to me and I didnt learn and slow down.
I managed to get two seperate punctures on the ride which was actually not too bad. The bike comes to a controlled stop whereas I had expected to be catapulted off of it, and the guide gives you another bike until your one is fixed.
The bikes themselves were pretty good: Disk brakes, front suspension and a comfortable seat.
We saw a mashed bus which had taken a corner too quickly and lost control, plummiting to its and its occupants final resting place! Its quite weird to think that this was an actual main road(now there is a slightly safer one which most people use instead) and there were not even attempts to make it safer by using crash barriers.
We were taken to a Hotel for a buffet after the ride and most of the group, Bend and I included, decided to stay there. The food was pretty good and the shower in our room amazing, almost to the standards back in Britain!
Bend and I just chilled the rest of the night using the Sauna, manky watered pool, Hammocks, and, of course, the bar!