Met the guides from yesterday around 8.45. On the way to meet them I hailed a taxi. He slows down. Get in he says. But there's someone in there already! Yerra she's getting out in a minute, hop in!
The plan was that we would drive about 45 mins out of town to top of a track and I'd come down it with one of the guides and the other lad would take videos on the way and be waiting at the bottom in the van and I'd do the same thing again! First time was v hard, but second and third times were brilliant craic. I did jumps and everything!
After that we drove up a high mountain came down quarter way, back up to top for lunch, then came all the way down. This took two long hours. I'd 3 bad wipe outs (here's one of them caught on camera!!) including flying over the handlebars and smashing my head off a rock (helmet did its job so I was fine), but made it down in one piece anyway. Great craic and very tough but think I enjoyed the death road more.
Came back to the hostel then headed to wild rover irish hostel around the corner for a bite to eat. Turned out that a poker tournament was just starting. Excellent! All other lads were useless as I am at poker and I finished up coming in second! Sure the night was just starting then. Fell in with a sound pair - Roy from Limerick and Catriona from Westport. Got demented and headed to nightclub with the pair of them and Warwick, a sound Aussie. Mighty craic. Home at 4 or something.
Aside: the sound Aussie had been on the prison tour the previous week to me. As I mentioned in one of my previous posts, Jose the guy in the prison has been there for 9 years. According to Warwick, the reason he was caught was he was grassed up by some lad in Colombia. The grass received a Medellin Necktie apparently. Throat slit eat to ear and his windpipe pulled out of his chest cavity to resemble a tie. Ouch!
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