Going down "the most dangerous road in the world" at god knows what speed on a bike, over loose rocks and sailing dangerously close to the edge of cliffs that fall hundreds of meters to the base, from a starting point of 4785 meters (about 14,000 feet) where it`s raining and snowing, is lots of fun. And a rush.
I survived it.
Now I am flying to Santa Cruz. I hope my flight is less dangerous.
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