Apparently somewhere in Bolivia is a road that has been or is (not quite sure) called the "world´s most dangerous road". While I haven´t actually been on that road, everytime I go on a trip (adventure may be a better word) in Bolivia I am convinced that this time we are on the most dangerous road. Maybe its the steep drop-offs with no barriers, the sharp curves, or perhaps the general condition of the road itself or the car we are in. It might also be the lack of reconizable traffic rules.
After a four hour ride into the jungle this Friday, however, I think I am beginning to figure out some of the traffic laws: Pavement means go as fast as you can to pass the really slow moving truck in front of you; Gravel means roll up your windows and suffer the heat in order to prevent dust from getting into your car; Cobblestone means why did we waste all these stones, gravel is much smoother.
The road into the jungle switches between these three types of materials about every 50-100 yards (I guess I should say meters), but it was nonetheless a beautiful drive. We passed from the very dry moutains surrounding Cochabama, through the puerta de los tropicos (door to the tropics for all you gringos), and into the town of Chapare in the jungle.
Over the weekend we hiked in a national park, swam in the river (twice), went to a club (where they dance in two straight lines-boys on one side, girls on the other), got lots a bug bites, ate some really good food (including about 7 different types of potatoes), and bonded with other students and teachers from the school. Overall it was a great trip, and we´ll post more pictures when we get back to Montero!
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