Roads meant for studier beasts (Drive Day 188: Jan 3, 2004)
Funny, my dictionary didn’t tell me that secondary roads mean cobblestone. Not that we have an alternative. The rains have washed out all but a questionable passage through remote, rugged central Bolivia and quickly the secondary road becomes a “carriage route.”
Which means cows, not campers, should be using it. We pass only one other truck, careening madly through the dust which becomes mud a few minutes after the rain starts again.
Some tourists actually come to Bolivia to test their driving skills against its legendary “roads.”
We did not and one particular hairpin turn, under a waterfall, while the camper fishtails dangerously close to a 300-foot drop off, nearly shatters our faith in surviving this journey. We pull off to sleep on the side of what someone, somewhere calls a road – lost and unnerved.
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