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o if you read the last entry entirely you know we don´t die, but pretend you don´t know that for the next few lines!
o if you read the last entry entirely you know we don´t die, but pretend you don´t know that for the next few lines!W
e headed out to ride bikes down the most dangerous road in the world. They call this road the most dangerous because up until a couple years ago (they built a safer road!) the road averaged 200 to 300 deaths per year. The road is amazingly beautiful, and we went with the company that has only had 1 death in their 7 years of existence, good odds right!
We started the ride at over 4,600m and headed down the paved section, passing through anti-narcotics police checks along the way. The body cavity searches we surprisingly not too bad... just playing around! The ride was amazing, scenery breathtaking, and a relief not to be driving. We eventually would enter the ¨death¨ road section, which is now closed to commercial traffic. It was intimidating at first, hearing some horror stories from none other than our guides. Don´t worry mother, I rode behind your favorite daughter the whole way to ensure her safety.
It was well worth the excitement, and I would risk it all again.
We saw wrecked cars at the bottom of ravines, and stopped for a picture along the most dangerous of all the curves, where over 70 cars still remain below. We eventually made our way all the way down to the amazingly picturesque town of Coroico. In total we descended over 3,000m and into a completely tropical climate.
We would have a beer with our fellow riders, and see them off. We decided to stay in Coroico for the night on a recommendation from Gary and Kimy.
The hotel would prove to be everything they said, with comfort and the views ta boot. We played some pool while the sun went down and enjoyed the views.
We got news of a party on the top of the hill and couldn´t resist. We would climb the hill which felt like hours to find a fair type party with a live band and all. Of course, we made our way to the drink tent, where Laura found an amazing coconut milk vodka that was out of this world. It only took a short time to find some other gringos, I can pretty much see over the top of the entire crowd. We had a few drinks, and I couldn´t resist but to join in on the dancing. We ended up next to a couple of ladies that were so kind to share some beer and showed us how to dance like a Bolivian. The atmosphere was great, dancing, music, drinking and fireworks. However, most of us know how well drinking and fireworks go together. This is when it got interesting, a younger guy decided to light his roman candles off in front of us. Problem is he didn´t anchor the box down, after the first shot it tipped over, the next one went directly into the precious drink tent, and the third straight across into the crowd. I am shocked no one got hurt! Anyway, the party continued to all hours, we eventually headed back down the hill and to our cozy beds. The following day we enjoyed the warm weather and the pool, took it easy and caught a long minibus ride back to La Paz.
e headed out to ride bikes down the most dangerous road in the world. They call this road the most dangerous because up until a couple years ago (they built a safer road!) the road averaged 200 to 300 deaths per year. The road is amazingly beautiful, and we went with the company that has only had 1 death in their 7 years of existence, good odds right!
We started the ride at over 4,600m and headed down the paved section, passing through anti-narcotics police checks along the way. The body cavity searches we surprisingly not too bad... just playing around! The ride was amazing, scenery breathtaking, and a relief not to be driving. We eventually would enter the ¨death¨ road section, which is now closed to commercial traffic. It was intimidating at first, hearing some horror stories from none other than our guides. Don´t worry mother, I rode behind your favorite daughter the whole way to ensure her safety.
It was well worth the excitement, and I would risk it all again.
We saw wrecked cars at the bottom of ravines, and stopped for a picture along the most dangerous of all the curves, where over 70 cars still remain below. We eventually made our way all the way down to the amazingly picturesque town of Coroico. In total we descended over 3,000m and into a completely tropical climate.
We would have a beer with our fellow riders, and see them off. We decided to stay in Coroico for the night on a recommendation from Gary and Kimy.
The hotel would prove to be everything they said, with comfort and the views ta boot. We played some pool while the sun went down and enjoyed the views.
We got news of a party on the top of the hill and couldn´t resist. We would climb the hill which felt like hours to find a fair type party with a live band and all. Of course, we made our way to the drink tent, where Laura found an amazing coconut milk vodka that was out of this world. It only took a short time to find some other gringos, I can pretty much see over the top of the entire crowd. We had a few drinks, and I couldn´t resist but to join in on the dancing. We ended up next to a couple of ladies that were so kind to share some beer and showed us how to dance like a Bolivian. The atmosphere was great, dancing, music, drinking and fireworks. However, most of us know how well drinking and fireworks go together. This is when it got interesting, a younger guy decided to light his roman candles off in front of us. Problem is he didn´t anchor the box down, after the first shot it tipped over, the next one went directly into the precious drink tent, and the third straight across into the crowd. I am shocked no one got hurt! Anyway, the party continued to all hours, we eventually headed back down the hill and to our cozy beds. The following day we enjoyed the warm weather and the pool, took it easy and caught a long minibus ride back to La Paz.
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