I have a confession. I am terrified – petrified – of suspension bridges. To be honest, I don’t really like being on any bridges, and if I happen to be in a car stuck in some gridlock on a bridge even that will make me a bit uncomfortable. I don’t consider myself as someone who is afraid of heights, but there’s just something I don’t quite feel safe about bridges. And needless to say, if a modern car bridge makes me uncomfortable, a suspension bridge – particularly a wooden one – is a real life nightmare, even worse than going to bed with a closet door cracked open and I don’t even have the time get into that issue, probably ever.
So, while on the last day of the Annapurna Sanctuary Trek (nearing Naya Pul) in the Nepalese Himalayas, I looked down and spied this little beauty, at which point my brain started screaming you must be f****** kidding me here.
Luckily, I was spared as we didn’t need to cross it to get where we were going, but that doesn’t mean that I went the whole trip without forcing myself across a suspension bridge. Unfortunately, I don’t have a photograph of it, but there was a horrific little wooden suspension bridge that was unavoidable when approaching Himal Qu.
And it wasn’t enough that it was wooden, but it also had to be like, cattywampus. The worst. The bridge was tilted to one side and I think some planks were missing? It was a bad scene.
The Annapurna Sanctuary Trek – not for people afraid of bridges or lazy bitches who don’t like walking up steps.