Crossing Over

Finally you are at the border of Bubbling Vomit Land. There is a long arched narrow metal bridge over the wide channel of boiling puke. The smell makes your belly heave and your eyes water. The bridge is stained, crusted and rusted. It looks far from safe. They put the bridge up six months ago and it already looks condemned. Surely if your belly wasn't achingly empty you would have puked by now. As the bus goes forward its wheel on onto the creaking protesting bridge and a near panic takes you.

Crossing over