This is why we had to walk the last few mile to the Last Resort
Man power to get the truck moving! We had to walk over the loose shingle to the right of the truck and it was a tad treacherous, but it was either that or walk along the cliff edge.
The guy in the yellow is the Last Resort rep type person.
We made it past the first landslide, but there were 3 more.
Up high in the mountains amongst the clouds.
We thought, naively that we'd be able to hitch a ride in their truck, but there were more landslides ahead.
I sunk up to my knees in quicksand and lost a shoe. What a mess.
How much further?
The elevation was gradual but exhausting.
The scenery was gorgeous though.
Finally we arrived at the bridge! And that's when it got real.
The locals use this bridge to connect the two sides of the canyon, I imagine they're used to seeing exhausted tourists!
Don't look down!
Beautiful yet terrifying views.
The green frame is where I jumped from the next day.
The vicious Bhote Kosi river.
I wanted to go rafting but there weren't enough people to fill a raft.
You can almost make out the path up the cliff which leads you back up from the canyon swing.
The bar area where we chilled and swapped stories.
Me and the bridge.
The view from the toilet, if you happen to leave the door open and I'm standing there watching you.
I'm sure this is covered in sun loungers and hammocks when it's on-season.
The guy at the end of the table is Ed, who cycled through Tibet to Everest Base Camp before coming to Nepal.
During jump mornings they close the bridge so the locals have to wait and listen to the screams of adrenaline junkies.
The clouds gradually rose above our heads.
Those bollards are to remind you there's a steep 100m drop to your left.