Golden Gate (San Francisco)
It is a bridge swallowed by fog. Away from the center, is taken by cars crossing the bay to connect with County Marin or conversely. The pedestrian feels a stranger walking by his 2,7 kilometer. Here the wind always blows hard (The Golden Gate was built to overcome gusts as high as 160 kph) and, at least when I visited, was quite cold, cold that spit the treacherous currents of the Pacific. I did not get to the other side, I admit, especially since I did not know how to get back without having to cross the bridge again, the world's third largest single span. And well he regretted, because the views of San Francisco and Alcatraz from Marin must be spectacular. If the fog does not prevent.
Galata Bridge (Istanbul)
It is the symbol of a city, Istanbul, cradled by two continents. I went through the night and still shine in my memory campfires small fishermen roasted sardines in aluminum cans while their canes peered at Golden Horn. The hawkers selling tulumbas (caramel Churros), weighed on scales chestnuts or breaded mussels, pistachios… I do not know. It was a picture of another time, of a Europe that is fired Asia road crossing a bridge that is, also, meeting place and center of myths and legends. Below, also, boasts a vibrant nightlife. It's almost a must-try the fresh fish in one of the restaurants that are spread in the shade of its pillars.
Puente de San Miguel (Pony)
It is the memory of my childhood, Winter evenings from window, of my father walks Christmas Eve afternoon. Is, also, beautiful, and can not have better backdrop, with the Peña Oroel guarding his back. From the late Middle Ages has seen patient under their stones during the Aragón River. Now I go through whenever I have occasion, because it is part of a nice walk around Pony joining the walks of the Constitution and the Quarries.
Narva River Bridge (Estonia)
Few more beautiful that it borders on the eastern border of the European Union. Two medieval castles, el the Ivangorod one Russia and Hermann in Estonia and a river including, the Narva. And the border bridge. And a statue of Lenin cornered in the castle gardens Estonian, white seagull droppings, witness the common past of the two peoples. Tour, along the Baltic, the 215 kilometers that separate Tallinn to Narva are, also, a delight.
Brooklyn Bridge (New York)
Bridge between the bridges in the city of skyscrapers. She volviera a New York and could only do one thing would walk back across it from end to end, desde Brooklyn a Pier 17. It's best to get off at Metro High Street, across the East River, and walk towards Manhattan. No hurry, to the delight of one who knows he is treading a postcard. Before us, one of the "skylines" world's most stunning and feel Had we inevitably cast in a frame.
Portuguese bridge over the Blue Nile (Ethiopia)
This old Portuguese bridge over the Blue Nile in the garganta de Jemma not a resort to the use. No paved paths and wooden railings. Nor monoculars Currency. The trail is precarious and so you run into a fellow with a Kalashnikov on his back with a gang of teenagers porfiando to guide your steps at the best price. Nile waters down here constrained by the stones, channeled to throw the vacuum in search of the plateau which extends 600 feet below. Eye to cross. The absence of side protection discourages any misstep.
Charles Bridge (Prague)
One of the classic (which could well take place also Ponte Vecchio de Florencia or the London Bridge, to name other of the essential). I crossed in the middle of January on the icy waters of Vltava. Not that it was cold, is that you arrived at the other end, in Lesser (Small City) with stiff muscles and stiff face desperately looking for a small cafe and a souvenir shop to try to get warm. Its 30 statues whisper you the history of the city. The main attraction of Prague is pedestrian, so do not worry about cars. Do not forget to make a wish by the statue of St. John Nepomuk, martyred who cast him into the river in the fourteenth century.
Kibale Forest (Uganda)
Not listed, course, on any list of famous bridges, but cross it means to have the good fortune to go into the jungle Kibale in search of their wild chimpanzees, one of the most breathtaking experiences I've lived. The place is idyllic, and forced us to stop the SUV to try to assimilate landscape beyond giddy that happens through the windows. This bridge is one of those surprises that African roads, uncomfortable and endless, sometimes you're faced. And my little tribute to the 50 years of independence from the Pearl of Africa.
Friendship Bridge at Kodari (Nepal)
I'll never forget. After an exciting journey through the Tibet, I crossed on foot with my wife dragging suitcases. Is a border, it enters China y Nepal, it is mandatory to walk across, pursued by the large urchins in search of the last yuan commuter. Kodari is a village perched on a cliff and above the Friendship Bridge, a euphemism that encourages even the cars come and go from side to side, falls a cascade of water even further accentuated the stark picture of this border, anyway, I would like to re-cross. Because going or returning from Tibet's always great news.
Bridges over the Seine (Paris)
When I think of Paris, the city of light, I always remember her in black and white. And I imagine strolling along the Sena, across bridges, no en bateau (I went cold as hell), but walking leisurely along its banks. I have been several times in the French capital. The first came by boat from Portsmouth without a penny in his pocket. I have always captivated its bridges, especially at sunset, when the light threatens to leave the city homeless. You have to be there to check.
