"bridges"

Day 2


By 8 AM, we're on the road again. None of us - men, women, cars - had time to wash up. Our first adventure of the morning involved waiting for yet another truck to be dug out.





Some of the passengers from the truck were walking past us, and we spoke with a woman who had bought some large snails for dinner. Don't know if the French are interested in larger escargots, but I'm sure China is...


But of course, the day couldn't have ended without some drama. We were driving along when suddenly the lead car zoomed across a small "bridge." As it did, parts of the bridge fell off. Or, fell...to the side. We pulled over to investigate.





We spent 20 minutes reconstructing the bridge ourselves, and then we all got out of the car, to watch from behind as he crossed. Our driver slowly positioned his wheels so that they'd be applying pressure on the actual logs themselves. He started moving across the bridge, and the two front wheels were across, when one of the logs on his left side flew out from under the car- leaving the left rear tire resting on nothing!! The back end of the truck started to drop, Bill stepped on the gas, and with a huge blast of black exhaust, he managed to get the last two wheels onto the ground.

Yikes.