#He'sGotTheWholeBridgeInHisHands

I woke up early keen to get to Ba Na hills before the rush of tourists arrived. I didn’t want them obscuring my views and photo bombing my pictures. The first ordeal was to accept my fate that the only way to get there without blowing my budget was by Grab bike.

I waited anxiously as I saw the small blue death trap round the corner. I plugged my head securely into the helmet and hooked my leg over the seat. I thought briefly if I should text my family to tell them that I love them but there was no time and before I knew it we were hurtling down the road.

I held onto his hips trying to not dig my hands and nails into his flesh as we zoomed along the road. Splash, something went into his eye!
“He’s blind!” I panicked. The driver of the death trap has been rendered momentarily blind! What if I have to reach forwards and take control of the bike?! “I’m going to die!” My brain shouted internally. He seemed to recover quickly and I was able to relax into the journey a bit and take in the surroundings. Grey clouds hung in the air above but high enough that the seas and mountains were still exposed. It was nothing in comparison to the views I had next.

Once I arrived, I excitedly made my way to the cable cars. I was the only tourist among the grumpy looking employees. As I sat, I prepared my underused selfie stick and camera ready to click away at anything and everything. Annoyingly, drizzle hit the windows causing every photo to blur or have water spots obscuring them. The view was stunning though, we were pulled high into the hills, the land below a mixture of urban and nature. A blanket of sea occupied one corner, in front of it was a set of taller buildings and then surrounding it all was the vivid green of the hills.

At the top, I walked out onto the newly built famous hand bridge. Giant fingers cup a golden rimmed bridge like God’s hands on the world. It shares the same view that the cable car offered but this time I could take photos without the droplets being a problem. Due to my genius plan of getting there early, there were fewer than about ten people on the bridge. Six of those were couples in bridal-wear having their photos taken in romantic poses.

The bridge is shorter than it looks in videos and on pictures so it didn’t take long at all to cross it despite me being a bit trigger happy with the camera. Not wanting to give up the view I reluctantly moved on to find the little train. I’m quite sure I missed the point of this tiny train, I had great views heading down the track but I think it was supposed to lead to a garden I never found. Instead I got on another cable car and ended up in Europe.

On the way, I could see a building almost identical to

Hogwarts. Strange! I thought, I always knew Hogwarts to be in Watford. I’ve been there! I’ve seen it! All lies! Upon arriving, it wasn’t just Hogwarts on display, replicas of cathedrals, hotels, temples, Roman soldier statues le Notre Dame all punctuated the historical little road. They had focused mainly on the French architecture but there were some Roman ruins and an English black cab to make me feel at home.
It was like walking through a fairy tale town complete with pumpkin carriage. I wanted to sit in it and be like Cinderella but to get me and the carriage in the photo, I realised, I would have to pull it like the rats, humph! While I was walking down the path I saw a Chinese girl on Facebook live strategically edge towards me,I moved out of the way but was cornered by her friend also on Facebook live. So there was my face, on both their screens.
“Hi!” Surrendering, I waved to the camera.
Now I understand why Facebook is banned in China, white people would be herded about like cattle, falling into lakes and rivers or being hit by a car in a desperate attempt to escape being flaunted about on the big wide web for everyone to see. Apart from that, I really enjoyed wandering around aimlessly taking hundreds of photos of all the buildings and random objects dotted about before heading to get the cable car back.