The World's Most Dangerous Road (cont)

Jason was unsure what kind of doctor conducted his practice in a dilapidated wooden shack by a river in the jungle, but he was curious as hell to find out. Besides, there was no turning back now. It was pitch black and he was exhausted from rolling that wheel chair past every rock, bump and hole the Coroico back roads had to offer. Luckily it wasn’t that far. The painful push ended as quickly as it had begun.

As Jason neared the shack door he could hear drums inside. His knocks blended in with their music. No one answered. He knocked harder. The drums stopped and an old man dressed in rags creaked open the door and stepped outside. He took one look at Tim and motioned the pair to enter. Jason struggled to fit the wheelchair through the door.