Puerto Vallarta's downtown is bisected by the Rio Cuale, a modest river that the local market is situated around along its journey to the Pacific Ocean. Because the area is built for leisurely strolls at some point the city decided that suspension bridges would be the most picturesque way to get people from side A to side B. Now, coming from Vancouver, I am no stranger to the suspension bridge. Nor am I at all bothered by heights or water or, even really, falling into water from great heights but there is something about a suspension bridge in Mexico that really freaks the crap out of me. It's probably the large hole in the protective chain link fence, or the missing 4 slats in the bottom of the bridge that are doing it for me. That and when, right as I was crossing, staring through a missing board at the rushing river below me, my Spanish teacher informed that it HAS collapsed before. Several times.
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