indiana jones and the hol(e)y bridge of death

well crew, we last left you after our rafting venture through the peruvian rapids, before our trek up to puno for lake titicaca. alberto, the man, set us up with our own private van (high roller!) to take to puno, because buses werent going through due to the strike.

while this may seem highly posh and totes magotes bomb digs chilltastic, i assure you, dear friends, that you would be incorrect. the protesters closed off most of the main roads of peru, and we were forced to take the back roads. i`m thinking our driver must be a professional off roader in his downtime, because you know those huge jumps monster trucks make? thats what we did in our van. for 11.5 hrs. the off-roading combined with the constant road blocks of boulders made our ride feel like mario kart come to life.

despite all of this, things were good! we were making our way to south america`s 2nd biggest lake! then things got a little too indiana jones. we had to make our way over the same bridge we had to pass to raft, and the protest was still raging. with people on both sides of us, our driver attempted to push through and over. things got a little out of control when the planks of the bridge were being pulled out in front of us, and our back tire fell through the bridge. twice. but fear not! we were ready. thanks to that worst case scenario book everyone flips through in passing at urban outfitters, we were prepared to bust open the windows and the doors, were we to fall through! seatbelts were off in a flash. luckily, i didnt come to that. we hopped our of the van and walked across the bridge, while our driver managed to get our full van back on the bridge.

we continued for another million hours, paying off protesters to move their roadblocks, and fixing (rather watching our driver fix) flat tires. the good thing is that we made it to puno unharmed, and when we were outside the fix the flat, you`ve never seen a brighter or clearer picture of that milky way galaxy.

TB out.