S: We were up and ready to take the bus early. We had made some sandwiches to take on the bus as we didn't know what to expect crossing the border to Bolivia. We crossed the borders with no hassle although James wasn't impressed with the extra tax they kept putting on everything. As we had to pay 1 Bolivian to go onto the island of Puna but the ticket said a toilet voucher (my Spanish is minimal but I know what a toilet is lol). We then had to disembark to catch a ferry and pay again 2 Bolivian (20p) this time, not a lot but we had been told that we were going straight to La Paz. I think the driver felt a little ganged up on, as most of the tourists were not very happy. But we eventually got to La Paz and found a room in a hotel for the same price as a hostel - bonus. Although it wasn't what most of you would call a "hotel". We had pizza for dinner which was a novelty, with a beer to celebrate getting to Bolivia in one piece.

J: After a couple days of catching up with life, relaxing, eating street food and visiting local markets, we biked down Death Road! Death Road is the most dangerous road in the world, it is a tiny road on the side of a mountain and so many cars, buses and lorries fall over the edge that the death toll is record breaking. It is so dangerous that they have now built an alternative road which is safer and now only crazy people bike down the 64km from 4700 meters to 1200 meters in altitude. Although even on a bike the road still takes numerous victims each year, which made a lot of the group nervous.
We firstly started on the Tarmac part not being able to peddle as gravity already pulls you down so fast, we whipped through the clouds and it was great fun.

S: Then came the actual dodgy part, the road was rocks and shingle, that's when it started to get fruity and I got a bit scared. I had clipped a couple of rocks and thought I was going to fall, but I managed to stay on. I think the fact that we had passed numerous crosses, memorials and flowers on the way had not helped my confidence. The front part of the group was very fast and I kept up the majority of the time until I got scared and then I slowed down. The corners were a little hairy in places, we had waterfalls to contend with and landslides - no wonder it does claim lives. Towards the end of the downhill we heard that a girl had fallen off but wasn't hurt too badly which was thankful. The last place we stopped the guide said we only had 5 mins left..... I breathed a sigh of relief to think we were nearly finished - for me it had been exhilarating but also an emotional time as the track wasn't easy and we both ride bikes often.

J: On the other hand, I was loving it, once I finished filming Sam on the GoPro I decided to start at the back and catch up with her, then I was enjoying the speed and adrenaline so much I kept going till I hit the front. At one point it I was behind the guide, "Rapido" I said, and he went for it, we were going so fast I was glad we didn't need to stop immediately, we even had water falls on our right which made a river to bike through before it went off the edge. The guide realised it was only me and him going this speed, and we made it to the bottom, a few minutes before anyone else. Ultimately, we both survived death road and literally have the T-shirts to prove it, they were free.