Today we had to cross the border to Panama. That may sound boring to you.

So the boring guy at the desk pointed to a bridge. I have to cross it. It didn't look bad. Boy, was I wrong. It was made up of beaten up wood. It had been there for over a hundred years!!! So we started. Oh, did I tell you we were all carrying heavy luggage? It was over land at first, then it got higher and became over water. I was carrying my ipad and phone which doesn't work, don't worry. There were cracks everywhere on the bridge. Then we got half way and there were chunks missing. It would have been easy to fall in. But of course, once again, something had to hapen to me. Guess what? I tripped on the biggest gap. I almost fell on my face. Luckily, I supported myself before dying. Past that point, I practically ran across it. I was happy to be alive.