Where it could have ended

Trip Start Feb 01, 2010
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Trip End Dec 18, 2010


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Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Tired of La Paz, I went down to Coroico. I first took the bus there. I joined a group of travelers met in the previous hostel so it was good trekking with them. The landscape in this tropical place of Bolivia is very different from what I have known. I was very happy to see green lands again. We trekked to the cascadas on the first day, despite the few water flowing. There were a lot of bananas and coca plantations on the way.
On the second day, I was on my own and first decided to walk all the way up to the moutain Uchumachi, 600m higher than the village of Coroico. It was a fast a nice walk exploring flora and fauna of the region. After this I rested and had a "Pique macho" and stupid as I am, I decided to go on the famous "Death road", on my own. I found someone to rent me a bike and too the minibus to the top of the road. I made many mistake on this day and took this descent for a piece of cake. The outcome is that I broke my left clavicle after few meters when I fell on my shoulder and my camera was also broken. In the middle of an empty road with the ache, I had to continue to the houses some meters away. Unfortunately, nobody was living there. I could just wash my injuries. An old woman arrived and told that the best thing was to go back to the main road where the bus left me to get some help. So I walked up hill pushing the bike and suffering. Luckily, two russian tourist came and helped me carrying me and the bike in their 4x4. Once on the main road, we stopped all the cars till we found one that could give me a lift to La Paz to go to the hospital. It was just 1 hour from there. I had to wait one more hour to see a doctor. Few x-rays later, they told me that nothing else than my clavicle was broken. That's for the good news. The bad was that I got a painful bandage blocking my shoulders to strap them up. And so I went back to the hostel in La Paz.
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Julie on

Oh non, mince. C'est clair que ça s'appelle pas la Route de la Mort pour rien !! Il y a des camions qui se crashent quasi tous les jours sur cette route il parait. Bon j'espere que ça va aller quand meme !! En tous cas sympa les photos du salar et du désert d'uyuni et dommage pr le lever de soleil (ahh l'alcool).

Béryl on

Je me disais il y a qq jours que ça faisait un long moment qu'on avait plus de nouvelles. Soigne toi bien.
Bises

Rémi et Julie on

Salut Chiheb!

On a eu très peur en voyant le titre du post! Et au final on a vraiment eu mal pour toi quand tu racontes la remontée du chemin avec l'épaule en vrac...
Bon, on espère que depuis tu te reposes tranquillement et tu ne souffres pas trop. Enfin en Bolivie, on doit pouvoir trouver facilement des antalgiques naturels!

Sinon, lorsqu'on était passé à Uyuni en 2005, les indigènes nous avaient vanté le salar sous la pluie, ce qui devait soi-disant rendre le salar lisse et brillant comme un miroir! Apparement c'est pas le cas! Mais je constate que tu as raté le musée du sel, où "todo es en sal!". On avait par contre pas eu droit au chauffeur bourré, mais à celui qui nous emmène au mauvais hôtel, et qui tombe en panne sèche en plein milieu du salar!
En tout cas, les photos avec trucage optique sont énormes!!

Remets-bien en tout cas de toutes tes émotions!

Rémi et Julie

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