A thin suspension bridge connects the two cliffs over the yawning chasm below, and even those who are not disposed to fear of heights are given pause. A single, narrow series of planks placed end to end has been attached by shorter lines to a pair of thick, sturdy hemp ropes in a V-shape, to aid in balance. Yet the wind at this high altitude seems to keep the rope bridge swinging to and fro, sometimes violently, and speculation of how many locals may cross the bridge regularly do little to assuage the creeping feeling of vertigo that such a view affords you as you gaze downward despite your best efforts.