30.09.2008 - 02.10.2008 26 °C
After been dumped in the middle of a busy highway we managed to navigate our way to our hostel. A place raved about by all the books and blogs - we still cant find out what all the fuzz is about. Besides the hostel and the worst polution we have encountered thus far, La Paz is a great place.
Its basically a massive city that is in a huge valley and the buildings just keep going up and up the sides of the mountains, I couldnt get a picture that did it justice. We wandered through the witches market and after exploring the colonial and old town sections of town it was time to book the bike ride. To be honest it was the only reason I really wanted to come here and Laima kinda got dragged along.
The most dangerous road in the world is here (more people die here than on any other road in the world) and the great part is that we get to mountain bike down it :-). They build a new road about 18 months ago - so there is supposed to be no vehicle traffic on the old dirt road you go down. Luckily for us they messed up and the new road is aleady clossed for repairs, so we got to go down will all the cars, trucks and busses.
What can I say - it was fantastic. 65 km long and you drop over 3km in altitude, not to mention that most of the time you are flying (well most of us were), and you have a sheer drop off next to you of about 400 meters. We stopped for breaks every so often and it was pretty eary to see all the crosses marking where people had died. At one of these stops our guide pointed out that a women had died here due to her hands cramping from using her breaks to much and that eventually she could'nt break anymore and went over the edge - not sure how true that was, I think it was actually a little dig at Laima - she was falling behind a little :-)