Death Road

The next morning (Tuesday) we got back to La Paz, it was Carl a guy I'd worked with in Cusco's birthday, so we went bowling, in two different games I got two strikes in a row but couldn't get the turkey.






 We organised death road for the Wednesday morning, which was incredible, the views on the way up were fantastic. We were given a small breakfast and got to cycle downhill on the new road for a bit, this gave us a chance to get some serious speed. After that the serious stuff started, a quick look off the edge and you knew why it was called death road.

 The whole way down there was crosses and flowers, we could also see old vehicles that were never rescued. Sensible Mark started of safe and cautious, but that wasn't much fun, flying it down was way cooler, a couple of near misses, not with the edge just the uneven surface, didn't slow me down. I was covered in pads had a jacket and pants on so would be grand.

 I take off the jacket as its getting roasting and off we are flying down again when a French guy decides he'd surprise me by being right behind me and cut me off on a corner, stuck in cabbage I hit a huge rock and crash the bike, small scrape on my back and a pretty sore left elbow, I solider on. We didn't leave La Paz till the Saturday as Mark didn't feel the best and you need to feel good for the salt flats as it's cold and dusty.