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Published: December 11th 2007
The moment I had been waiting for arrived! Mountain biking down the world´s most dangerous road in Bolivia is one of the things I have been looking forward to most on this trip. Safe in the knowledge that Kate would keep her promise to her parents not to go, I was released from any possible escorting duties, and I could go at whatever pace I was comfortable at (...fast).
We met up in Cafe La Te...
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Bob
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Thought you and Kate were going to move into a less risky phase of the trip, but from the latest blog I see that you survived death by bike, death by boa, death by monkey spit, death from jealous husband of wrestling Cholita, playing with dynamite, rock falls, getting stuck underground, 96% alcohol, asphixiation, asbestos and cyanide. No wonder Dublin seems a bit slow....