The Worlds Most Dangerous Road

My first time mountain biking I might as well do it right, right? So we scoped out the cheap tour company (who needs knee pads and fancy shocks anyays) and headed out bright and early in a van loaded with bikes to the top of the worlds most dangerous road, an hour and a half outside of la paz... in the snow. Little did I know that this would be the most terrifying, exhilarating expeiernce I had ever signed up for.

Not only was this my first time mountain biking, but I also though this would be a nice half hour jaunt through the country. No no. The jaunt began at high speed down windy roads, passing cars, and continued for five hours on the bumpiest, 7 feet wide with 80 foot cliffs on one side, dirt road of all time. With arms jiggling and hands clenched {death grip{ on the brakes, it was an adventure. Now knee pads, who needs them right? Until you hit a rock at high speed and tumble off your bike rolling alongside your bike down the hill. Good thing I was wearing the snazzy green windbreaker provided by the company or else my war wounds would have been even more impressive. The climate dropped from snow to temperate rainforest. Incredible views expaned on all sides when you dared to look up from the road.

And a very rewarding buffet, refreshing pool and warm shower (the first in 4 days) awaited us at the bottom, along with the priceless t-shirt that says *I biked the worlds most dangerous road*

This can only compare to the moment when just yesterday on Isla del Sol, on Lake Titicaca, we were blocked in the path by a large white bull barrelling towards us. Top speed adventures.. only in Bolivia.