I was terrified crossing this swaying, rotting foot bridge because some of the planks of wood were missing and the steel rope that held it all together was rusty and corroded. With two or three people on it at the same time it rocked and lurched precariously from side to side and below us was a drop of about twenty metres to the fast flowing river strewn with sharp rocks and jagged boulders which, if it didn’t kill you outright, would have guaranteed an unpleasant landing and maybe a night or two in a hospital bed if the whole thing had come crashing down.
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Thank you for sharing!
That was some adventure! I kind of like it on level ground! The bridge would have done me in.
No no. I could not cross that bridge. Not my kind of adventure.You are so brave. 😦
It was much easier after I closed my eyes!
Aaah. If I closed my eyes, I’d most likely lose my balance.
I love crossing these kinds of bridges! I don’t know why because I constantly freak out internally, but I never can pass up an opportunity. There was one in Northern Ireland I went over last year that was a bit rickety and one woman got halfway onto it and couldnt keep going.
Was that the Carrik-a-Rede rope bridge that goes out over the sea? I missed that last time in NI but plan to see it next time!
Yes it was! I’d definitely recommend doing it, the view is fantastic.
I am going to do it!