I Survived The Death Road, Bolivia.
Jun 13th, 2011, 04:55 AM
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THE DEATH ROAD
It is Good Friday and instead of enjoying a fine meal of fish and chips, I find myself cold and barely able to breathe. Of course, it is part my own doing having made arrangements the previous evening with www.prodownhill.com.
I am now at La Cumbre, Bolivia about 13,000 above sea level. We have just arrived here after about an hour's drive from La Paz. In the distance, snow capped mountains reach for the almost cloudless skies as I inhale the crisp oxygen deprived air.
After what seems like a lengthy delay due to problems with one of the bikes we are given a safety briefing then begin our adventure down “The World's Most Dangerous Road”.
Joining the downhill pavement my shortness of breath and being cold is quickly replaced with excitement and adrenaline. The laws of physics are working nicely in my favor as this ton of mass begins to accelerate and accelerate rapidly.
Freeing myself from the captivating scenery, I test another law of physics and I am not to sure I like the results. My rear brakes did not pay attention in class or is not happy about carrying all this extra mass. I have to make a pit stop as others race by me on a descending steep and curving hill.
I watch them from above, looking like ants on wheels as my rear brakes is repaired.
Before long my tires are madly humming at over 300 miles an hour. Well, it seemed like that as the wind is ferociously whistling through my helmet. A stop at a military checkpoint and fluid is added to my brakes before I begin another downhill stretch.
Fortunately, there are no bugs along this stretch of the highway as this part of the ride has me smiling from ear to ear. Bypassing a tunnel and we are at another checkpoint where we have a snack break and pay an entrance fee for the National Park. BO$25 about US$3.60, a bargain.
Here, I have a fried chicken sandwich with fresh corn on the cob. I am teased that it will have me going to the bathroom more often than usual. A small price to pay for a taste of some local cuisine.
Recharged, we are now ready for the real challenge ahead of us. In about twenty minutes we will be where the Andes meet the Amazon. This is beginning point of "The Old Death Road”.
Another safety briefing as fog clouds hang over head and we are told this time to stay on the left side of the gravel road. As our new descent begins a short distance from our briefing point I can see the road winding below us in between the breaks of the valley fog. We are now told to stay on the right side of the road although this is against Bolivian law.
It is a new and awesome thrill a minute as we race down the curving mountainous road that has no safety barrier. An instant painful death is sometimes just mere feet away. However, in a strange way this and the gorgeous landscape adds to the excitement of the ride.
Coming on roadside waterfalls, I occasionally stop to relax a moment as others leave me behind in the dust. It is tons of fun to race down the mountain but for me stopping to “smell the roses” is always a worthwhile part of any adventure.
A few hours into our ride we have a lunch break where sandwiches, chips and a refreshing old fashioned Coca-Cola in the bottle is provided. Still full from my tasty chicken sandwich, I just quench my thirst with “The Real Thing”.
Leaving our lunch stop the weather is improving but I keep myself layered as the night before I was warned about getting bug bites at the lower elevations.
Besides a history of it's own, a sad part of world history can also be found along “The Death Road”. Klaus Barbie the notorious Nazi once lived along a part of this road and his former home still remains here.
Saving the best for last, we reach an area of “The Death Road” that promises to be the most challenging. Here, I take the “low road” so to speak as I am one of the last ones headed down. I will let the others “blaze” the trail for me.
In our final descent I can see “The New Death Road” that will take us back to La Paz. I am not looking forward to the four hour drive. This portion of the ride does turn out to be challenging, fun, enjoyable and ends with a cold reward.
Everyone has to repeat after me, okay, “Arriba, Abajo, El Centro, A Dentro”. $70 well spent!
Video:
http://youtu.be/vqqe3fV5ZkI
It is Good Friday and instead of enjoying a fine meal of fish and chips, I find myself cold and barely able to breathe. Of course, it is part my own doing having made arrangements the previous evening with www.prodownhill.com.
I am now at La Cumbre, Bolivia about 13,000 above sea level. We have just arrived here after about an hour's drive from La Paz. In the distance, snow capped mountains reach for the almost cloudless skies as I inhale the crisp oxygen deprived air.
After what seems like a lengthy delay due to problems with one of the bikes we are given a safety briefing then begin our adventure down “The World's Most Dangerous Road”.
Joining the downhill pavement my shortness of breath and being cold is quickly replaced with excitement and adrenaline. The laws of physics are working nicely in my favor as this ton of mass begins to accelerate and accelerate rapidly.
Freeing myself from the captivating scenery, I test another law of physics and I am not to sure I like the results. My rear brakes did not pay attention in class or is not happy about carrying all this extra mass. I have to make a pit stop as others race by me on a descending steep and curving hill.
I watch them from above, looking like ants on wheels as my rear brakes is repaired.
Before long my tires are madly humming at over 300 miles an hour. Well, it seemed like that as the wind is ferociously whistling through my helmet. A stop at a military checkpoint and fluid is added to my brakes before I begin another downhill stretch.
Fortunately, there are no bugs along this stretch of the highway as this part of the ride has me smiling from ear to ear. Bypassing a tunnel and we are at another checkpoint where we have a snack break and pay an entrance fee for the National Park. BO$25 about US$3.60, a bargain.
Here, I have a fried chicken sandwich with fresh corn on the cob. I am teased that it will have me going to the bathroom more often than usual. A small price to pay for a taste of some local cuisine.
Recharged, we are now ready for the real challenge ahead of us. In about twenty minutes we will be where the Andes meet the Amazon. This is beginning point of "The Old Death Road”.
Another safety briefing as fog clouds hang over head and we are told this time to stay on the left side of the gravel road. As our new descent begins a short distance from our briefing point I can see the road winding below us in between the breaks of the valley fog. We are now told to stay on the right side of the road although this is against Bolivian law.
It is a new and awesome thrill a minute as we race down the curving mountainous road that has no safety barrier. An instant painful death is sometimes just mere feet away. However, in a strange way this and the gorgeous landscape adds to the excitement of the ride.
Coming on roadside waterfalls, I occasionally stop to relax a moment as others leave me behind in the dust. It is tons of fun to race down the mountain but for me stopping to “smell the roses” is always a worthwhile part of any adventure.
A few hours into our ride we have a lunch break where sandwiches, chips and a refreshing old fashioned Coca-Cola in the bottle is provided. Still full from my tasty chicken sandwich, I just quench my thirst with “The Real Thing”.
Leaving our lunch stop the weather is improving but I keep myself layered as the night before I was warned about getting bug bites at the lower elevations.
Besides a history of it's own, a sad part of world history can also be found along “The Death Road”. Klaus Barbie the notorious Nazi once lived along a part of this road and his former home still remains here.
Saving the best for last, we reach an area of “The Death Road” that promises to be the most challenging. Here, I take the “low road” so to speak as I am one of the last ones headed down. I will let the others “blaze” the trail for me.
In our final descent I can see “The New Death Road” that will take us back to La Paz. I am not looking forward to the four hour drive. This portion of the ride does turn out to be challenging, fun, enjoyable and ends with a cold reward.
Everyone has to repeat after me, okay, “Arriba, Abajo, El Centro, A Dentro”. $70 well spent!
Video:
http://youtu.be/vqqe3fV5ZkI
Jun 13th, 2011, 09:59 AM
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Wow, I can't believed you actually filmed your ride. I have seen pictures of when two way truck traffic was using this road! I'm glad that at least that has stopped. For those who haven't seen this road when trucks were passing one another, take a look: http://www.ssqq.com/archive/vinlin27b.htm It's crazy, and "Death" is the only appropriate moniker.
You are an intrepid traveler. I'm impressed and I will live vicariously through your experience. I have no desire for my own
You are an intrepid traveler. I'm impressed and I will live vicariously through your experience. I have no desire for my own
Jun 15th, 2011, 06:42 AM
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Incredible video. If you said 4700 meters at the start, that is 15,400 feet.
I would have quit when I found out my brake was loose. Then again with the traffic on the highway. Then again when they said ride on the left.
I threw up at the 4:48 mark. I hope you made it the rest of the way.
I would have quit when I found out my brake was loose. Then again with the traffic on the highway. Then again when they said ride on the left.
I threw up at the 4:48 mark. I hope you made it the rest of the way.
Jul 4th, 2011, 09:37 AM
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Treesa,
Not sure I would find an adrenaline fix there but Greenland would be nice. I am exploring a day trip or so there from Iceland sometime this summer.
I'll be sure to share the experience if I make it
Not sure I would find an adrenaline fix there but Greenland would be nice. I am exploring a day trip or so there from Iceland sometime this summer.
I'll be sure to share the experience if I make it
