The Millennium Bridge Race
So cold, in fact, that when we were to cross Millennium Bridge my English teacher, Graça, suggested we should have a race to get across the bridge as quickly we could.
So the girls started running. I stopped halfway across to take a picture of the view to Tower Bridge and had to run as fast as I could to catch up with the rest of the people to even have a slight opportunity to win the race.
Now, the girls had all stopped halfway, and I also caught up with Linus, who had slowed down as well.
So it became a race between the two guys of the group to be the first to cross Millennium Bridge.
Pretty macho, isn't it?
It had been raining earlier this day, and Millennium Bridge is kinda like an escalator. Metal and a bit slippery. In addition to that, it goes kinda like an old bridge; up and down like a rainbow. So when I got past the middle and started running down towards the end, it started to go faster and faster and get more and more out of control. As Linus passed me I knew I was going to fall. The funny thing is though, I kept running.
I had my camera around my neck and two bags over my shoulder, and as I felt the bridge disappear under my feet, I tried as best I could to save my camera.
I flew.
I felt a bit like James Bond, flying through the air, trying to tuck my camera under my arm as I fall.
I remember thinking to myself in mid-air: ?God, how embarrassing? At least I saved my camera.?
My knee hit the metal first, followed by my stomach and the rest of my body. I slid a few meters down the bridge before I stopped.
This was the result:

~Love Hogne
















