Bali (iv)
Honeymoon, Day 5
21st
January 2007, Amandari (Ubud)
We went trekking through the Ayung River valley this morning, and came upon a rope bridge spanning across some rapids
100 feet in the air. Uh-oh.
The funny thing is, May showed no apprehension. She walked
across steadily. She even turned around to pose for a pic for me. I, on the
other hand…
My klutz of a wife cannot navigate a gently sloping dirt
track without losing her footing, yet when walking across loosely-fastened
planks suspended high above certain death, she passes for a Bolshoi ballerina.
I’m not exaggerating when I say I flirted with religion when
crossing that bridge.
It’s not fair. It’s bad enough that May’s a natural under
water while I need to try very hard not to drown. Now I discover another thing
she’s better than me at. I’m running out of elements in which to regain parity.
Doesn’t look scary here, but wait till you’re halfway across
