Uploaded July 2020 | Updated September 2026, 1 day ago
"El Camino de la Muerte" or "The Death Road” in Bolivia is dubbed as one of the world’s most dangerous road. It runs between La Paz and Coroico. A 2006 study estimated that 200-300 people were killed on this road every year. About 18 cyclists have died here since 1998.
From La Cumbre Pass, at the elevation of 4650m, the road descended rapidly and provided stunning views of the mighty Andes mountains. I stopped every few hundred metres and set up the tripod to take pictures. It took me forever.
After 36 km, the death road began. It was a narrow single-lane unpaved meandering through the rolling hills of lush green Amazon rainforest. There were massive drops of over 1000m on the left with overhanging waterfalls.
For 66 km, I descended about 3750m and ascended only 300m. Starting with 4600m elevation at La Cumbre Pass, I arrived in Yolosa at just 1100m.
It was already dark, so from Yolosa I took a bus to La Paz. It was my first bus ride in 6 months. It was suffocating, and I felt trapped inside. What a change of fortune in a few hours, I thought to myself! I arrived in La Paz at 11 pm and collapsed on the bed. Even in sleep, I could see the views of the hanging road.
There has been plenty of beautiful bicycle rides in my four year Argentina to Alaska trip, but cycling the death road has to be one of the top five from the entire trip.
Shot in 2016
Photo and animation by KamranOnBike (www.kamranonbike)
Song: Boundary Run - Ready To Fall. Licensed from Musicbed.
"El Camino de la Muerte" or "The Death Road” in Bolivia is dubbed as one of the world’s most dangerous road. It runs between La Paz and Coroico. A 2006 study estimated that 200-300 people were killed on this road every year. About 18 cyclists have died here since 1998.
From La Cumbre Pass, at the elevation of 4650m, the road descended rapidly and provided stunning views of the mighty Andes mountains. I stopped every few hundred metres and set up the tripod to take pictures. It took me forever.
After 36 km, the death road began. It was a narrow single-lane unpaved meandering through the rolling hills of lush green Amazon rainforest. There were massive drops of over 1000m on the left with overhanging waterfalls.
For 66 km, I descended about 3750m and ascended only 300m. Starting with 4600m elevation at La Cumbre Pass, I arrived in Yolosa at just 1100m.
It was already dark, so from Yolosa I took a bus to La Paz. It was my first bus ride in 6 months. It was suffocating, and I felt trapped inside. What a change of fortune in a few hours, I thought to myself! I arrived in La Paz at 11 pm and collapsed on the bed. Even in sleep, I could see the views of the hanging road.
There has been plenty of beautiful bicycle rides in my four year Argentina to Alaska trip, but cycling the death road has to be one of the top five from the entire trip.
Shot in 2016
Photo and animation by KamranOnBike (www.kamranonbike)
Song: Boundary Run - Ready To Fall. Licensed from Musicbed.


![My Cycling Journey to Medina & Childhood Memories | Madine Ka Safar Naat For Mother
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One of the oldest memories of my childhood is reciting Naats (poems that praise of Prophet Muhammad PBUH). In mosques: in religious gatherings.
When I was young, my mom asked me repeatedly to go to the mosque. She agreed to all my rational and irrational requests and said, go my son, read the Quran. Recite Naat for Prophet Muhammad (PBUH). There was a mosque right next to our house. Till my voice reciting Naat kept echoing in the loudspeaker, my mom kept crying.
She asked me to go to religious gatherings to celebrate Prophet Muhammad (PBUH). Sometimes she would bribe me and say I would get money from there if I go. And on every Friday, she requested me saying, “go son, recite that Naat for me!”
Her favorite Naat was, “It’s a journey to Madina!”
Now 30-35 years have passed since then. Mom is no more, and today I am in Madina. Alone.
Because of reciting Naats about Madina since childhood, it feels as if I have probably been here before. I feel a strange familiarity with this place. At the time when I was reciting hymns about the streets of Madina, who would have thought that I will come here one day? And that too on a bicycle!
There are so many people here. But in every face, I am trying to find the face of my mom. If she were here, she would have definitely asked me to recite Naat here.
So today, in memory of that childhood, in memory of my mother, and in memory of the one with the Green Dome (PBUH), I am going to recite a Naat.
My journey has not ended yet.I still have to fulfill another promise. My next destination is... Makkah!
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This video would not have been possible without the help of many people. Big thanks to my friends Noman, Hassan, Affan, Khalil Nablesi, Max, Yasir, and Khalid Tunisi for their help with the shoots. Also many thanks to brother Shaker for the drone footage of Madinah Al Munawaarah and Ahmad Sindi for the Arabic translation. My Cycling Journey to Medina & Childhood Memories | Madine Ka Safar Naat For Mother](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/I52-Wd1hDCQ/mqdefault.jpg)







