Adios Bolivia's Death Road
Edward, have you seen the photos of amimali? I miss you so much.
Down in headlong from 4700 to 1300 meters, biking, running alongside cliffs that if you fall you have a lot of time to notice what's going on, the landscape changes from high mountains to tropical vegetation. And 'the way that goes from La Paz to Coroico, in the midst of the Yungas. I did not think that going downhill with the bike could be so 'hard at the end I had my fingers and arms stiff. First piece asphalt, so I 'want to go by bike to the first climb, which seemed made for cyclists of my size, the guide had to chase to tell me to wait for others. Making efforts to 4500 meters and 'something I had not tried, just two rides and respiration' already 'in your pain and recover with little oxygen there,' and 'utopia. Then, a subsidiary of the efficiency of the brakes in June 'drop-down dirt, pure adrenaline. That's cool. End of day at the pool in Coroico, with the valley, huge, before his eyes. The
Today Paz seems another, closed to traffic on the way principalle groups of traditional dancers dance with traditional dress, and 'the party of the Grand Prado, almost a carnival parade, what am I doing here in front of the PC?
Vadoooo
PS: X Ubo, especially, `I'm leaving tomorrow for a mountain village, so no internet for some days, and I 'came to mind that he will not know if Inter lose or win the championship ... Who cares!
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