As cutely artistic it may seem, it's actually one of the only real ways to get across the river... yep- this aint just a looking bridge... its probably one of the scarriest walking bridges I can ever regret upon. I wouldn't mind it, except that around here, something you learn very quickly- they don't fix it if it aint broken! You could be that lucky time! Especially since we arrived near midnight the first night in, no light, with our heavy packs having NO freaking clue where we were or where we were going... on its sister rickety bridge nearby. I seriously contemplated what kinds of things I would break if I fell... because it wasn't quite far enough to kill you on impact nice and easily... it would be slow painful haul out.
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