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Death road in Bolivia

Never a dull moment in Bolivia.

After bribing police officers to enter the country. The next day we saw protesters burning up car tyres and breaking car windscreen on the major highway on the way to Tiwanaku.

Nothing beats adrenaline though. I LoVe iT!!!

Speeding down the highway from 4500m above sea level whilst dodging trucks and cars on the way. Also trying to absorb the beautiful mountainous views without falling over or crashing was an awesome the blood rush experience.

Then the gravel roads all the way down to 1100m were really bumpy and dusty. Lucky I’m not scared of heights with sharp drops at each corner if we skitted or didn’t stop in time. It was all great fun and big smile on my face because it was a great way to finish my trip where I fly back to London the next morning.

However, on our way back there was a terrible accident. A truck carrying a full load of wood overturned and the left side wheels fell into the side curb gutter. Our driver and guides jumped out of our van in lightning speed to try to help as we were the 2nd car on the scene. A women had minor injuries with cut lips. A man was crying with blocks of wood on top of him suffering from a broken collar-bone and shoulder injury. Two people were missing – assumed to be under the truck as we have not held cries for help.

All the locals were helping out, trying to remove the wood from on top of the man and attempting to helping him out. Tourists have the practice to waiting for the ambulance and not moving the injured at all, but locals will have none of it. Just as well, because when an ordinary white car with one person in it pulled up – we found out it was the so-called ambulance. It seemed there was not adequate medical equipment in the car nor enough personnel to assist the injured. I guess this is their way of dealing withe such situations. We felt helpless on the side.

In my mind I kept questioning the difference in the value of life just because you were born in a certain country or nationality.

So now I know.

It is called death road – the most dangerous road in the world for a reason.

***Photo by journeyexplorer

  1. September 24, 2012 at 7:44 am

    I had heard of this before from a missionary- but never saw a picture of it. You’re some woman to brave such a perilous trip!

    • September 24, 2012 at 4:24 pm

      It’s actually a lot of fun and not scary at all. Seriously, they can’t let tourists die on it!

  2. October 8, 2012 at 2:57 pm

    oh I am mistaken…only one passport can enter the country without a visa, not the other

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