I know now what Michael's Peruvian wife Rosy means about watching your head with the overhangs. That's only with buses, though. I pulled over to let a bus pass at a narrow spot next to a dropoff. But the bus- on the inside- refused my courtesy. What? Then he motioned upward.... He couldn't go past because of the overhang.
Which forced me to edge past on the outside, next to the dropoff.
Live and learn.
Love those solid black upside down horseshoe signs. They seem to refer mostly to those tunnels- many of the 50 I encountered- that you must enter blind . No light from the other end, no way to tell who's inside, or who's coming from the other end. Worse, most of the road gravel scree has piled up all across the narrow road, except where car wheels have passed. Their tracks.. Gotta stick to the tracks, or slide around. Oh and no shoulders, just loose gravel. Oh and for some reason it all continues inside the tunnels like outside. Just that there is NO light in the blind tunnels, your eyes have no time to adjust to be able to see in the dark, and ya gotta stay in one track or the other. Or go sideways, against a wall. That is, IF you could see which you cannot. And hope no one is coming, forgot that detail.
Glad I made it out of the tunnels alive.
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