When Kristi and I visited Uganda a few years ago, there was this winding, narrow goat path that we somehow navigated in her brother Jeff’s Toyota Hilux pickup. We were headed way up into the mountains above Kasese to visit some churches. I recall glimses between the tall grasses on the cliff side of the road… of nothing but air. I was glad there were no other cars on the path that day.
Sometime later Jeff sent some wonderfully muddy video of trucks plowing through muddy roads, made mucky by the rainy season. It became virtually impassable at times.
Those roads don’t hold a candle to these, though:
Bolivia’s “Road of Death” runs in the Bolivian Andes, 70 km from La Paz to Coroico, and plunges down almost 3,600 meters in an orgy of extremely narrow hairpin curves and 800-meter abyss near-misses. A fatal accident happens there every couple of weeks, 100-200 people perish there every year.
And here’s a nice walking trail for you at Mt. Huashan, China:
Via TheMexican, who has been on most of these roads.
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