Somewhere in Nepal, exists one of the most dangerous bridges in the world. I had no idea about such a bridge until Alexis pointed it out one day. It’s on the top ten list of terrifying bridges and based on the images from google search, the bridge here does look mighty sketchy. Like the one from Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom. The part near the end when he cut the bridge in half when his enemies were closing in on him. I believe that movie was set somewhere in or near Nepal. I had to see it for myself!
We asked Arun where this bridge was located and it turns out the stars were aligned just right, that bridge was only fifty-some kilometers away from Pokhara. Let’s go!
Emre, Tim, Jess, Natacha, Alexis, another volunteer named Billy (USA), and I made the trip. Arun worked out the transportation for us and also decided he’d come along since he also had the say off. I had very high hopes for this danger bridge because I was sure the photos would turn out to be amazing once I attempted to cross it.
Even though the bridge was located just 50 kilometers away, it still took a couple of hours to get there because the roads in Nepal are jacked. Because fast vehicles don’t exist here. Because the roads are always congested with other vehicles. And because the mountains are everywhere. The passenger seat and two motion sickness tablets kept me in line for the trip.
Once we finally arrived, we were dropped in a forest and just a few yards away was a rift between two mountains, and just beyond that rift you could see one really long, wooden bridge. But…it didn’t seem so deadly.
Besides the length of it, it didn’t look very much like the pictures from the internet. This bridge actually looked very stable and pretty safe. The fear factor here would be looking down. Way down below, hundreds of feet, lied a river flowing over boulders that caped around the corners of the mountain foots.
I would understand the fear for anyone afraid of heights, but even still it seemed okay. We walked across and found that the looks of it weren’t deceiving; this bridge was completely safe. Far outside the rails were two metal clasps, one on each side, to hold the bridge in place in case it did snap. The clasps were a fail-safe.
“We have to be at the wrong bridge,” I thought with an air of disappointment on my face.
Still, the bridge was pretty cool, but not nearly as deadly as I wanted it to
be. Some locals on the other end, informed us that there was another bridge just on the other side of the mountain. We had all day, so we decided to go there too. Hopefully this next bridge was the one we wanted.
We hopped in our van and rode along to the other side which was about 20 minutes away. The next bridge looked exactly like the previous bridge, except it was only three meters shorter. There was a sign on the bridge that said it was newly renovated just 77 days ago. We were 77 days too late. Somebody take this “dangerous” bridge off that list of dangerous bridges. This bridge is as safe as they come! If this bridge does exist somewhere else in Nepal, someone let me know.
The Other Kind of Bridge
This blog takes a lot of serious discipline to keep up with. There have been times where I can’t post because I’m in a place with little to no WiFi or I’m just so busy that it’s been hard to find the time to write. Sifting through all my photos and uploading them is actually the most time consuming part. Still even when I fall behind because of restraints, I always manage to get back to the swing of things. The pay off has been worth it with the loads of emails and response I get. Even personally for me, this is something great to show my kids one day. Look at how cool your dad was!
Occasionally, I’ll get certain emails that are from people that relate directly to some of my posts. Just recently, I received a few messages from past volunteers in Nepal and even one from someone from Aatma Thapa’s family. His name is Santosh. He actually ended up marrying a volunteer from Australia awhile ago. One night I got a message from someone who read my blog that actually stayed with my host family in the past. For a short period, she was able to communicate with the family once again using me as a vehicle and they were able to exchange recent pictures of themselves.
It’s been great knowing this blog has also acted as a bridge between two countries at the most unexpected moments. This has happened before in South Africa a couple of times and also while I was backpacking through Thailand.
I’m happy to reach out to anyone who messages me during my trips abroad, also any first hand advice is appreciated since I personally banned myself from carrying travel guide books and have been winging it ever since!