Where it could have ended
Feb 01, 2010
Dec 18, 2010
On the second day, I was on my own and first decided to walk all the way up to the moutain Uchumachi, 600m higher than the village of Coroico. It was a fast a nice walk exploring flora and fauna of the region. After this I rested and had a "Pique macho" and stupid as I am, I decided to go on the famous "Death road", on my own. I found someone to rent me a bike and too the minibus to the top of the road. I made many mistake on this day and took this descent for a piece of cake. The outcome is that I broke my left clavicle after few meters when I fell on my shoulder and my camera was also broken
. In the middle of an empty road with the ache, I had to continue to the houses some meters away. Unfortunately, nobody was living there. I could just wash my injuries. An old woman arrived and told that the best thing was to go back to the main road where the bus left me to get some help. So I walked up hill pushing the bike and suffering. Luckily, two russian tourist came and helped me carrying me and the bike in their 4x4. Once on the main road, we stopped all the cars till we found one that could give me a lift to La Paz to go to the hospital. It was just 1 hour from there. I had to wait one more hour to see a doctor. Few x-rays later, they told me that nothing else than my clavicle was broken. That's for the good news. The bad was that I got a painful bandage blocking my shoulders to strap them up. And so I went back to the hostel in La Paz.
Tired of La Paz, I went down to Coroico. I first took the bus there. I joined a group of travelers met in the previous hostel so it was good trekking with them. The landscape in this tropical place of Bolivia is very different from what I have known. I was very happy to see green lands again. We trekked to the cascadas on the first day, despite the few water flowing. There were a lot of bananas and coca plantations on the way.