Now this is a bridge! Wandering across it had me in mind of Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, the difference being that instead of a man trying to pull my heart out of my chest, it was firmly in my mouth. Especially in the middle, where despite there only being a gentle breeze it was pretty swaysome.
Before we could get there though, we had to begin our day. By the time we got going, the heat was already unforgiving and was only offset slightly by the now, de rigueur beauty. After gifting snacks to the local children and the usual group photo, we took to heading down hill at a sideways jog, as it was easier than walking believe it or not. Forty minutes of this and my already jelly legs from day two were feeling the pain and wobbliness once again.
Heading down into the above valley to the bridge was tiring, and at this point I was looking forward to ascending because I can ‘do’ climbing. The bridge itself, although not too high was another one of those wired together, trip hazards, though it does give the traveller a sense of adventure. The openness of the mountain beyond was a good reason to slap on more sun cream and led me to ask the question, if the packaging says only apply four times a day, can I overdose on it?
I was walking normally again by this point, which was handy as there were some demanding, long and steep sections of climbing (both track and path) that snaked around corners and took a good five minutes or more to climb. A brief stop by a pool to let some kind fish eat the dead skin off our feet was reviving. There followed a discussion about how much this service would cost in various countries, as we hoped nobody would call us to march again. Read the rest of this entry »