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Taking on The Death Road

January 19, 2013 — 3 Comments

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I’ve learned over the years that the best way to decide what to do in a new place- i.e. how to get around, where to stay, what sights to see, which activities to do, etc.- is to talk to people that have been there before. A revolutionary idea, I know… Thus it was that upon my arrival in Bolivia, I began asking those very questions to those I came across that had been there for awhile. I hadn’t done much research on Bolivia (Mainly because I like having an ability to be spontaneous in my itinerary. What’s the fun of traveling if you’ve already got it ALL figured out?), and literally had no idea what I was going to spend my time doing while in the country. Anyway, during these discussions, one thing in particular kept coming up- this thing called ‘The Death Road’. Now, if you know anything about me, you know that I’m not one to shy away from a Class 5+ adrenaline rush, but still, I found myself a bit wary of taking on something known as ‘The Death Road’ without knowing more about it. Questions began popping into my head, the first being ‘How, exactly, does a road obtain a name like ‘The Death Road’? ‘Through a close association with DEATH,’ I supposed. Regardless, I was intrigued, and with trepidation, began to look into what this ‘Death Road’ was all about.

 

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Getting our briefing before setting out- apparently, The Death Road is SERIOUS business…

 

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A sip of Bolivian Fire Water is supposed to quench any fears of going down The Death Road. We’ll see about that…

 

I came to find out that ‘The Death Road’ has an alias- ‘The World’s Most Dangerous Road’, or WMDR for short. I also learned that the road earned this nasty reputation during its use as a main thoroughfare between La Paz and the Bolivian coca plantations between 1930 and 2006, with one estimate claiming an average of 200 people killed per year along its treacherous route. Since the ‘new road’ opened in 2006, the old road has ironically become a major tourist attraction, with numerous operators in La Paz offering full-day mountain biking trips down the infamous road. While there have been several bike-related accidents reported, I convinced myself that the ‘Death Road’ moniker was more a product of the past. I had mountain biking experience, I could handle the curves and the terrain… It was a ROAD, for crying out loud! How dangerous could it be? That’s how I found myself in the lobby of my hostel at 6am on a cold morning in La Paz, waiting for the bike company to pick me up.

 

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Here we go…

 

 

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Just an example of what most of the ‘road’ looks like along The Death Road

 

Needless to say- I survived the Death Road. Barely. It was pretty close a few times, but somehow I managed to keep my bike upright and on the narrow path. It was an AWESOME day- a wind-burning, bone-rattling, adrenaline-pumping ride down one of the craziest roads imaginable. I quickly came to realize that it’s not really a ‘road’ at all- more a dirt, rock, dust, and mud trail that runs along sheer cliffs- some with drops well over 300 meters STRAIGHT DOWN- for 40 miles of blind, hair-pinned curves down into the Bolivian rainforest. The ‘World’s Most Dangerous Road’? Yeah, I could see that…

 

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Just a ride in the park… (if the park consisted of horrible trails, hair-pin turns, and 300+ meter drop offs!)

 

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We had a picture-perfect day for defying the odds along The Death Road

 

 

Our guide, an Irish lad named Patrick, gathered us together before each section of the road, described the turns and terrain, and with a quick ‘Follow me!’, would then SCREAM down the trail ahead, never thinking of touching the brakes. He was pretty crazy, but then again, I guess you have to be a little crazy to work along something called ‘The Death Road’. We would follow single-file, organizing ourselves according to how fast we were brave enough to go, and made our way down into the valley. Over rocks, through ruts in the road, dodging puddles and waterfalls along the way- there were a few minor incidents, but fortunately, no one went flying over the cliff… We did have one casualty along the route- a German man in our group got a little too careless and had one of the crashes of the season, at least according to Patrick. Luckily, it looked a lot worse than it was, and he came away with only a few bumps and bruises, a bandage or two, and a foggy head. He rode the rest of the way down in the support van. (Sidenote- a day or two after my ride, I bumped into a Turkish guy I knew back in La Paz. His arm was in a sling, and he looked pretty beat up. I asked what happened, and in his thick Turkish accent, he replied ‘I crash on da Death Road… Broken arm- 5 places. Had surgery in a Bolivian hospital… Ending my trip early- going home tomorrow…‘ Not good. ‘Broken arm’ + ‘surgery in a Bolivian hospital’ + ’going home early’ = another victim of the WMDR.)

 

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I know it looks pretty, but all I saw was my front wheel and the 15-20 meters of gravel, dirt, dust, and mud in front of it…

 

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CRAZY cliffs along The Death Road

 

Once we reached the bottom of the road, our hands aching from the non-stop vibrations we had endured over the past 3 hours, it was time to relax and celebrate. You’ve got to hand it to the Bolivians- cold beer, good music, and a place to prop up your feet after the intensity of taking on the Death Road- a perfect welcoming party at the bottom of the trail. We hung out there for awhile, and then piled back into the van for the long, slow, winding drive back up the Death Road. Honestly, that was the scariest part for me. When you’re on the bikes, you’re so focused on staying under control and keeping your wheels on the trail that you don’t have time to actually look around and see the MASSIVE drops you are whizzing past, just over the edge of the road. You’re almost oblivious to the danger (almost…). On the way back up, there’s nothing to distract you from the reality that the wheels of the van are mere INCHES away from the edge of the cliff, and a loooooooong fall down to the valley floor below. I had the privilege of sitting on the cliff-side of the van as we wound our way back up, and there were SEVERAL times I felt my stomach turn over when peering out the window into the abyss of the canyon. INSANE. Lucky for us, our driver had been up and down that road thousands of times over the past 30 years, and knew every turn like the back of his hand. Still, there’s a reason they call them ‘accidents’… Needless to say, we were all extremely happy when we finally reached the top of the road, and breathed a collective sigh of relief as we toasted an awesome day on the WMDR- we had survived The Death Road!

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Our group, feigning confidence along The Death Road

 

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Raising a toast with Ruth and Ger- after the looong bus ride back up, we’re just thankful to finally be off The Death Road.

 

For more information on the Death Road and traveling through Bolivia, click here.

For more on The Backpack Professor’s travels through Bolivia, click here.

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