Lama fetuses and death road

so.. with a mind full of thought we proceeded to La paz. The highest capital city in the world. A great city a stinky city. managed to do alot of shopping, bought alot of things for friends and family and now have the struggle of getting it to you all. The bolivians i love, i love Bolivia. The women and their funny charlie chaplin hats sat on their heads whilst they wear their fancy dresses and embroidered blankets. The lama fetuses of tradition, you place them under the house and they bring good luck.

The following day we embarked on Death Road. The moist dangerous road int he workld with a bus going over it just 10 days ago and all passengers being killed. We were to mountain bike down it. 80km from 4700 metres to 1200 metres, in the jungle. It was amazing. A grit road with sheer drops that were stomach churning just looking at them. The brakes would want to be working, it was razy. Full speed i dread to thin t what speed we were doing. It wtook ohours we fell we laughed we cried at the site of dead buses all along the stretch.. well in the distance at the bottom of the valleys. I stupidly thought the bus taking us home was taking a different oad and soon realised it was taking the same road back up. 5 hours later after a hair raising experince of a mini bus of us trying to go up and many 7% beers later after i had been afraid of the monkeys biting me.. we got home. And with a t-shirt telling us we survived.. ha! great day though!