Unofficial Opening of a Bridge on Horton Plains

At the time though we didn’t appreciate it… we ‘opened’ a new bridge that had been erected across a broad water way through which we would probably have had to wade in thigh high water. The problem was that the bridge was almost at shoulder height but didn’t have any steps leading up onto it. Resourceful as usual Anton had found a plank which he placed against the side of the bridge and held it in place while each of us ran up the gangplank using his shoulders to keep our balance. He hoisted himself up by taking a swinging leap up, hooking his legs onto the edge of the bridge and then hauling himself up. On the other side of the bridge we sat down and then jumped down into the mire. Phew! What an adventure…… certainly beats the corporate outbound training thingies.