W
e survived all the way to the end of
the Death Road. Its steep mountains, plunging
valleys and rugged terrain. Whoa! It seemed only
logical to return the way we came and enjoy the
road going back up. Even if it meant meeting the
odd unsuspecting cyclist or car coming downhill;
as oncoming upward traffic, we supposedly had
right of way. Ascending was in fact easier,
enjoying the physical and psychologically safer
wall of the mountainside on my left. One of the
few if not only places in South America that
stipulates left-hand side driving.
Yungas. There was a light from the sky that gilded
the clouds, intensifying the sun lowering every
hour. Definitely a day to let the world take care of
itself, a paradise of thoughtfulness.
The Camino de la Muerte is a legendary road and
despite
its
past
innumerable
deaths
experienced, that moment of adrenaline,
suspense to the unknown and exposure to
nature, you can feel the fascination and buzz –
down and up. Every second that passed the little
hairs on the back of my neck rose, whilst my
The afternoon’s momentum maintained in full image-tank became full to bursting as emerging
swing, showers fell on and off until eventually and radiant growth unfurled before us. It was a
the sky dried and reared up above us, rose and biker’s fantasy with jaw-on-the-floor views,
lavender. The reverse journey saw long shadows another visceral experience. It left me
inch across the dense, bottle green sub-tropical windblown, mind blown and exhilarated.
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