Posted on 09/16/2020 2:33:15 PM PDT by packrat35
TWO teenage friends plunged 100ft to their deaths just moments after posting a snap from the top waterfall.
Bruna Vellasquez, 18, and Monique Medeiros, 19, died after one of them slipped and the other tried to help.
The pair, described by friends as "inseparable", had gone for a walk with friends to the beauty spot in Brazil.
Police said one of the women slipped near the top of the waterfall and the other lost her balance when she went to help.
Tragically, both young women were killed after falling together in Salto Caveiras, Lages.
Bruna Vellasquez, 18, was pronounced dead at the scene before rescuers arrived, while Monique Medeiros lost her fight for life in hospital shortly after.
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“Genes wasted. “
Some might say nominees for the Darwin award.
“Me too. Cliff edges scare the crap out of me. Yet I love to fly in any kind of aircraft. Weird.”
Me too. When I get next to a cliff things pucker up but flying an aircraft? Nah. Wonder why that is.
“The Grand Canyon has barriers to keep visitors from getting dangerously close to the edge. Which of course some ignore and annually there’s 2-3 deaths a year.”
Some years back at Grand Canyon I was watching a young Japanese girl walking backward toward the edge of the drop off. Her friend was taking pictures. She was within a couple of feet of the edge. She was totally unaware. I went and grabbed her arm and very forcefully pulled her away from the drop off. I then pointed to the drop off. She scurried away.
Even driving along the road beside the Grand Canyon scared me. The road is very close to the edge in some places.
*darwin smiles*
It wasnt the fall that killed them...it eas the sudden stop at the bottom.
I was an Air Force Air Traffic Controller, working in the control tower. There was a cat walk around the top and we’d use it to get some fresh air and stretch our legs when we took a break.
When the planes were flying, a pilot would be assigned to be in the tower to help in any emergencies. More than one of these F-16 fighter pilots would not step out on the catwalk as they had issues with heights. It seemed odd to me.
I briefly work for a concrete pumping company in the early 80's.
Try going to top of a building (27th floor) at 3 am to set up piping at the pour floor...
No lights, No flashlights, No barriers for the perimeter edge, open elevator shafts and stair wells with no barriers....
But the view was good.
A hundred feet into what may not be as deep as it might appear can do it.
I agree.....
Close to the edge
Down by the river....
3 million AA air miles. Flying is so improbable our brains do not see it as “high.”
That’s what I’m taking about!
What a waste....
My Boy Scout Troop and I camped out inside the cave at easily
Many freepers would ask why she risked herself
Not I
“Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends”
Underdeveloped prefrontal cortex.
I remember the Easley Cave well. One fall night, probably in 1970, after a football game, four of us drove down to the Missouri bottoms. We thought it would be fun to see the cave late at night, but we didn’t want to hike up the road, so I proceeded to drive my gigantic 1966 Pontiac Bonneville up the dirt road to the cave. My fraternity brother disappeared into the cave with his date and, after a long while, I started trying to get him to come out of the cave. They must have been having a good time in there, because they wouldn’t come out. I got tired of waiting, so I backed the down the road to the bottom. We waited at the bottom a long time. My date wasn’t going very well and she was really not very happy being down at the Missouri bottoms with this crazy guy at 2 am. After another 30 minutes passed, I got sick of waiting, and drove my car back up the dirt road to the cave.
Now this dirt “road” was nothing but a steep track barely a car width wide and certainly no place you want to take a gigantic, two-ton land yacht. Frank and his date emerged from the cave (looking mighty satisfied, quite pleased with themselves, and content) and they piled into the car. I started backing down the road...and the rear wheels promptly slid off the track and car high-centered. There was no way the car was going to move. Talk about a sinking feeling!
So here we are, stuck at the Easley Cave at 3 am, in a car half-hanging off the dirt road. We wound up spending the night in the car freezing, but there was no way on God’s green earth my date was going to cuddle to keep warm. She just wanted to be done with me for good.
Early the next morning (Sunday). I hoofed it to a farmhouse to borrow their phone to call the brothers at the fraternity. A crew of brothers came down around 7 am and we actually lifted up the rear of the car up and got it back on the road! I carefully backed down the track and we got back to Columbia.
My very prim and proper date never said a good word to me and I never saw her again. She was of the “Well I declare” and “I Never!” proper variety. I always wondered if she told her mom and dad about our little escapade. I think Frank saw his “cave date” a few more times after that, but nothing matched that first exciting date!
:-(
RIP.
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