Climbing the Bridge, Indiana Jones Style

For much of my hike across the Great Wall, I hung out with my new Dutch friend, Jerome (did I mention he’s 34 a single? :-D) Anyway, just before we reached our final leg of the hike, we reached a squeaky wooden bridge that I swear looked as though it was straight out of “Indian Jones and the Temple of Doom.” I was petrified that I’d fall through one of the shaky wooden planks and into the freezing cold lake below us. Thankfully, there was a skinny metal beam that ran the length of the bridge so I walked on that to maintain my balance. I definitely breathed a sign of relief onced I reached the end.