The Road Of Death in Bolivia links the capital La Paz with Rurrenabaque in the Pampas. It s a 3m wide gravel road with a free fall of good 1000 m to your left. To make it more interesting there is oncoming traffic - the rule: whoever comes up has priority to the traffic heading down.

Kurt and I took a minibus for the first hour down to Coroica. Before the bus left there was a priest coming on to give us the last blessings ... just in case ...Statistics say that every tenth vehicle goes down to the left .... but including rainy season.

Arriving in Coroico we found out that there are no more tickets for onward travel. So half an hour later we found ourselves with the English fuckers on the dusty road trying to get a lift. The English, after scoring Charly from La Paz's prison a few days earlier, smoked a Joint while waiting for a lift, just to find out a few minutes later, that we ve been waiting in front of a police station ...

 

Well, our lift arrived - a truck - 2.5 m big. Probably the worst lift you can get down on this road. Especially when you got a bus coming up and the truck reverses a 100 m with you sitting in the back of it looking over the edge ....

 

 

 

 

20 hours and a few military checkpoints later we arrived down in the pampas and got dropped in the middle of nowhere, still hours away of our final destination Rurrenabaque.

 

The next truck arrives and gives us a lift -- a coca leave transport, probably meant for the drugcartells in Colombia -- we were not allowed to even lean on the x kilos of coca leaves.

 

At lunchtime the driver just got randomly pissed and couldnt even get up from his stool anymore. So the swiss guys took his keys and started the truck .... that was too much for the driver and he got back behind the wheel. We were desperate, so we continued the journey with this drunkyard -- this time on the top of the driver's cabine.