Day 35

So today we cycled death road, which is a perilous and bumpy track carved into the side of a mountain, that goes from La Paz to the jungle. It gets it's name because of the number of people who died making it, as well as the number of cars that have driven off it. A few years ago the government built an alternate road for cars, so now it's only really used by crazy tourists who decide to cycle it.
Pickup was at 8am, went downstairs at 5 to 8 and the guy at reception told me I had to move rooms by 11. Obviously I was having none of that and terrified him into submission. I was feeling pretty rough that morning, I thought I was just hungover but I've been ill for a week now so I've concluded it's a stomach bug (writing this blog a week behind