Death Road - The Worlds Most Dangerous Road

I decided to book the mountain bike ride of the World´s Most Dangerous Road through our hostel given they are 300 blv cheaper than the likes of gravity etc, despite Brendan Wrights´s warnings of them being a micky mouse outfit.

Things started well at breakfast, an aussie guy from the hostel joined me and another aussie staying at Loki was in the mix with a Swiss couple. A pretty standard breakfast although we did get ham and cheese toasted sandwiches, a first! We got all our gear and headed over the road to get into the van. No fancy sign writing for this outfit, just the hilux van with bikes on the room, an chillie bin of food and drink in the back and no first aid kit or rescue gear to be seen.

We headed out towards the start of the ride, only to be stopped the border check point by a cop who wanted money because of some minor indiscrepancy with the van´s rego. That issue resolved we pulled up in a gravel parking area a few hundred metres past the gravity and downhill madness crews setting up. The first 35 km are on the sealed road through amazing gorges and mountains, ending in a small town where an uphill section necessitates a short ride in the van to the downhill. Without incident and at speeds around 65km per hour we headed to where the old road, i.e, the Death Road, drops off. When we first saw it we even wondered if it was a road, resembling more of a metal driveway we get back home. Anyway, we jumped on the bikes for our 35km ish decent of the road, with drops as high as 800m or more at parts. Although most of the traffic takes the new road, we still had to be careful for oncoming cars. We passed a few other groups, demonstrating that anyone can do it as long as one goes slowing, their guide was in despair just with one hand on the bar just cruising. No major mishaps at all, just a tough ride on a road that doesn´t get my repair work and a bike which may as well not have had front suspension.

There were many crosses along they way showing where cars and buses had failed to take corners or simply had not enough room to get by each other... We only encountered several cars which meant we were able to make a pretty speedy decent.

We ended our ride at a odd little hostel tucked away in the bus, with a pool and a large buffet lunch with chicken, meat, corn and all the works. We were even provided with towels, soap and shampoo for a great hot shower, before good dip in a rather green pool and relaxing in sun loungers with a beer. Not a bad way to end what was actually a pretty scenic and tranquil ride.

We jumped back in the van and headed back towards they way we had just ridden. We all exchanged looks and wondered what was going on....were surely weren´t taking the death road when a new road had been built. The answer...yes, its a bit quicker haahah. One of the Aussie guys was packing himself, polling the rest of us how we felt. The Swiss simply said yeah, its more interesting this way hha. He nervously sat on the edge of his seat and crossed himself at every cross. We got some awesome video footage of the van scooting along the edge of the cliff and passing oncoming buses etc! It was probably more harrowing that the bike ride down, as we had no control over what was going on and had to just hold on for dear life!

The traffic in la paz was terrible. The hostel road was blocked by a car, and after tooting the van went around it only to discover the man in the drivers seat was totally boozed and had just comered out on the steering wheel. Classic bolivian styles!

With one of my planned La Paz tours out the way, it was time to relax for a day or two and organise a trek to Huyana Potosi.