Another few days without internet - access was tough as Bolivia is catching up on a few things like electricity, paved roads, roofs and...smiles.
Spent one day in La Paz (we popped for Burger King, the nicest spot in town) before making our way into the mountains for a day long bike trip in the Andes known as "The World's Most Dangerous Road." After learning an Israeli girl died riding it three days prior to our departure, and a lengthy safety lesson, we carefully wheeled several hours along cliffs to a small town called Coroico. Scary ride, but definitely worth it...it's been one of our favorite things thus far.
Then stayed at a small hotel with a half filled pool and a receptionist who charged us double by "accident." It was lovely nonetheless (beers, great views and hammacks).
Sounds like the Bolivian national pastime is ripping off American tourists. You might be frowning too, if your president was a John Edwards-style baby daddy, coke-fiend Communist peasant.
ReplyDeleteWhy are you wearing airline water survival vests on the bike ride?
OK, enough of the 'pics that make mothers breathless' variety. Can't imagine there can be any other thrills to top what you've done thus far. I drink my coffee every morning out of the UMich mug we got at orientation in homage. WOW is all I can say! Love, Mom
ReplyDeleteAgreed, Maureen! I have asked Micah when we'll receive and email that DOESN'T have the word "Scary" in the subject line! Those narrow, winding roads elicit a WOW from me as well.
ReplyDeleteI love the balancing of adventure/luxury relaxation you are doing, Micah and Biz!
Love. Mom
oops, forgot that I'm signed in as Glennie. I'm in Oakland for a few days. They have a beautiful house up in the hills....We're having a great time..
ReplyDeleteAnother one down, I mean adventure. Not Israelian.
ReplyDeleteIncredible.
Thanks for the pics. Sounded like a great way to end your trip in Bolivia. It must have been the King Whopper that got you through it.
Look forward to seeing your other photos since I have to catch up after being away in Boston.
I have to tell you your bike trip sounds almost as scary as my hop on hop off bus in Boston. I barely made the step off the bus since it was raining.
Love,
Annie