Rope Bridge

I was crossing a rope bridge. The wooden planks were new and very evenly spaced, and spanned about 100 metres across a seemingly bottomless void. At the end to which I was heading, was a concrete platform approximately 2m wide, and off that was a door in a sheer rock face that went up so far I couldn’t see the sky. There were air stewardesses waiting at the door, greeting me with big smiles. I was about to take a plane trip...