The start of the Death Road ... eeek!
Now normally when someone says something like "Do you fancy cycling down 65km of unpaved road otherwise known as The Death Road" I´d say no, but in Bolivia it´s something of a "must do". So after some persuading i gave Madness (!) $65, signed my life away and prepared for possible death down the worlds most dangerous road. Nothing like that and getting up at 5am to get the heart racing! Armed with sunblock, insect repellent and balls of steel we set off for the top of the road high in the mountains at over 4,000masl. Lucky bike 82 was mine and it was very quickly surgically attached to my body. We hurtled down the first 33km on asphalt road being hit by freezing cold mountain air and a sense of adventure.
Dancing to my new favourite song - Llamada de Emergencia (ven aqui rapido, ven aqui rapido
es un llamado de emergencia babe ven aqui rapido, ven aqui rapido)
It was when we came to the top of the actual Yungis pass and the start of the death road that we all became more silent. I took a slow and steady ride down some of the most incredibly scenic roads i´ve ever seen, through waterfalls, puddles, potholes, and god knows what else all next to a 3,000m straight drop down to the forest. It was an amazing adrenaline rush and i´m not lying when i say that I woopped for joy when i saw Coroico and the end of the road! I made it!!!
That night we celebrated surviving and the end of the tour by going to Mungos and dancing the night away into the early hours of the morning. I´m sad to leave the tour, everyone has been lovely and if Carling had Tour Guides they´d be Elvis - he was amazing. What an incredible experience but now a whole new chapter starts where i take on South America single handedly. Spanish dictonary in one hand and Lonely Planet in the other once more into the breach I go. Elvis has left the building ....