We arrived in La Paz early on Thursday morning after our overnight bus and after having to walk half an hour to the hostel because of the Independence Day parades which had brought the city centre to a near standstill, we had a well deserved best breakfast so far at Alexanders, which coincidently I realised Ballard and I had been 4 years ago!

We then spent the afternoon wandering round the Witches Market buying little bits and bobs and trying to get the best price in all the shops. For tea we went to the (alleged) worlds highest curry house where I had one with a distinct South American influence - llama tikka masala!!

Back at the Wild Rover hostel we met up with Frank and Laura again and had a few beers in the bar upstairs, which had a really good atmosphere! One of the other girls in the dorm had clearly had more than a couple of drinks as at 4am she tried to get into bed with Riggers, who had to politely lead her to her own bed despite the abuse the other girl chunnered at her while she continued to sleepwalk!

With everything closed for the Independence Day celebrations on Friday we just spent the day in the hostel chilling out and finding out how bad I am at poker!

It was an early start on Saturday to do the worlds most dangerous road, and it did cross my mind if I was pushing my luck doing it for a second time! I thought this even more when we got to the start and saw the weather conditions! So what could make the worlds most dangerous road even more dangerous? How about snow, ice and thick fog?!

As we got to the top there were some reservations as to whether we should even go ahead and do it, but we got kitted out and began the descent through the freezing fog and rain. About 96km later and some 4000 metres lower down, we reached the end of the 'death road' totally caked in mud but having had a brilliant fun afternoon. It was totally different to when I did it last time because of the weather, but the rain and mist created quite an eerie feel and it was still just as good!

Thankfully no additions to the numerous gravestones and crosses which are scattered along the route where people have fallen off the edge were needed, though I did worry for a moment when my seat came flying off my bike with a loud clunk at one point as I was flying down the hill!

Although we were all pretty tired by the time we got back to the hostel we had decided that celebratory drinks were in order and that we would have our first big night out since we got to South America. Helped by a 100% record for Heather and I on the doubles pool table, the night lived up to expectations which finally ended at 530!!

Needless to say that Sunday (or what was left of it by the time we got up!) was a total write off, although we did find the energy to go and watch some bizarre wrestling at a local venue and then struggle through a 2 and a half hour wait for a steak!

And so after almost a fortnight in Bolivia we were a bit sad to leave behind the cheap prices, but as we crossed the border into Peru on Monday morning we were excited about what the next country will offer!