I shouldn't tell tales about the good old days, It always makes one seem old and boring...but I used to drink in town until after dark and the ferry operator would always go home earlier and lock the ferry to a post. So in order to get home I would take off my clothes and hold them over my head while I swam the river in the dark, and it was dark back then no street lamps because elect. was limited from a generator the town had. Very sobering, cold water and worry about crocodiles. The bridge isn't that bad.