I’ve never prayed nor held on a bike’s brakes too hard while biking Bolivia’s Death Road. The weather was so horrible (hello my first snowfall experience) I couldn’t feel my face nor my feet because of cold. But I did it. In one piece! Yay.
If we could’ve escaped Copacabana, we would. But alas, we arrived in this small but buzzing town at 7pm, with no reservation. What an awful combo. If you’ve never experienced lugging 12kg longpack and 7kg daypack on your front, I tell you it is back breaking huhu. But such is the life of a backpacker. […]