Jiri Ecolodge La Paz

... is humiliating, I think my skillful use of my face a a brake to stop myself falling further was good. And anyone who survives a fall from WMDR is obviously immortal.<br>- Dr J is agood lad<br>- Dr M is a good lad<br><br>So all it ost me was U$S90 and a one day delay to my trip. Next stop Cusco (in´sha Patchamama).<br><br>BT´s final thought:<br>ODB should attempt to break the world record for fastest descent of the WMDR. With no safety equipment.<br><br>** Coming soon: Injury photos! **<br>

... row of trees leading down into valley, with a mashed up roof rack near the top. We arrived about 3 hours after it happened and what shocked me the most was that nothing could, or was, being done, there was no rescue equipment and emergency services don´t service that area. Safe to say I won´t be going again anytime soon!<br><br><br> <br> <br> <br> Death Road<br> <br>We arrived in La Paz on Sunday, after a slightly ...

... down the "World´s Most Dangerous Road" daily. They stop by La Senda for lunch, a shower and a chance to interact with the animals. Many of our guests and volunteers come to us via Gravity.<br><br>It is quite the operation. Caring for all of the animals and controlling all of the tourists is no small task. There are several full-time employees on site who help things move along. Pablo is in charge of the kitchen, along with Elena. Dehlia, the sister of Elena ...

... spent on such mundane things as coffee shos, market shopping and getting laundry done, we are now staring dinner in the face. This will be our last night together as a big group, before we split up and go our seperate ways: Nick and Jemma onward via Chile, the main group onward to Potosi, and myself, Alison, Kitty and Tiffany to the Salt Flats. John, Laurie and Dave will be making for home tomorrow also. So tonight is the night ...

... jar of jam had exploded in the bag. We've noticed that bottles of water and shampoo expand fit to bursting with the pressure, then when we get down to normal altitude they collapse again. luckily, we had hard boiled the eggs. And so we began our descent towards the road of death, so called because many people (mostly Bolivians) have died on the road. Every year several tourists die on the road also because 'riding the road of death' is one of THE ...

... suspend judgment on whether to leave until dinner and unfortunately it did not get any better - the congealed mess of chicken in orange, stale bread and sickly coffee was enough to get even our guide to complain.  This was no Bolivian fare but just **** food.  Enough we were out of there in the morning.  <br><br>After a visit to the mountain top village of Coroico (where we munched on fresh bread to compensate for a dire ...

... with one working computer and some desks full of spare parts) were either vehemently closed (as the guy at Pete&#8217;s Place hollered at us) or something close to &#8211; meaning the door was open, but you may or may not find someone inside, and food could only be procured with great determination.<br><br>I don&#8217;t mean to sound negative, however, as we definitely enjoyed our stay in Sorata, despite the fact it rained for at least half the time. We were at a much lower altitude for a ...

... to reach destination just after an hour, but the roughness and the rising temperature force to many stops. The rider starts to take off clothes as he drops over 3500 m from the altiplano to the jungle. Waterfalls and puddles offer a good cold shower once in a while. At arrival, the brave tourist is rewarded with a T-shirt and with a resort offering Swedish buffet by the pool (standard across all agencies) Gringos relax and drink overpriced beers (optional). Recommended!