Didn't sleep well last night; I felt pretty sick plus last night there was some kind of festival. I awoke every few minutes to loud fireworks and people singing until 4 or 5 am because my window faced the main plaza. Woke up at eight and felt like absolute crap. I loaded up my bike and set out - didn't even have to hire a taxi to find my way to the trail. It was beautiful scenery going back down the cobble stone.

Back on the main highway there was supposedly another road I could have taken to south instead of backtracking clear to La Paz, but I couldn't find it. So, back through La Paz it was. On my way there I went through fog so thick I could only see twenty feet in front of me and the street was wet making the ‘Most Dangerous Road in the World' even more so. It was fun but I froze my tits off.

I didn't get lost navigating my way through La Paz and found the main highway south. From La Paz to Oruro I froze the whole two hundred miles. It was miserable. I could not feel nor move my frozen fingers - even with my heated grips turned on high.

Since I skipped breakfast this morning so I stopped off a little before Oruro and had lunch. It was a decent chicken sandwich and I immediately felt better. I decided to go the rest of the way to Potosi.

The scenery wasn't so great this far but the last two hundred miles or so were amazing. I still froze in some parts and I still didn't feel a hundred percent. The last one hundred miles were through canyons of red rock and I felt like I was back in Moab.

I got to Potosi at six pm; slightly later than expected. I'm so sore from riding and my back is killing me. I'm so damn tired and I keep shaking. It's around seven thirty now as I try to keep my eyes open in this restaurant that I'm dining in. Another Italian place - I'm not sure why I keep ending up in Italian restaurants.

In Lonely Planet I read that Potosi is the world's highest city - so check that off my list. Four hundred miles of freezing my ass off is too damn much. Its fun riding but now I am drained and dehydrated. Four hundred miles of dry rushing wind will do that. I will try to hit Villazon, the border, tomorrow. I think its two hundred fifty to three hundred miles. I will keep going and take a few days rest once I reach Mendoza, which is around five or six days away I expect. I'm going to sleep early. Tired, tired, tired.

The above was copied directly out of my hand-written journal