When I was two years old my dad took me sledding on top of a local mountain. The mountain itself is pretty tall, but most of the hills up there at the top is not very steep.
After our first holiday together in 2013, time had come for me and Renate to go on a much bigger trip. So in the summer of 2014 we stayed eleven nights in New York!
This time the subject will be a vacation I had with my mother and sister in London in the summer of 2008, nearly ten years ago, and in this post I want to focus on an experience I had in the giant ferris wheel The London Eye.
I have always been afraid of heights. I think it has something to do with “The Call of the Void” – the thought of how easily I could destroy myself, or get destroyed by a loose railing or something banal like that.
So I was quite surprised by how little this fear effected me at the top of The London Eye.
I think it has something to do with how slowly the wheel moves. The snail-speed may have been the cause of the horribly long que we had to wait in to get on, but I think it may have moved so slow that it was impossible not to slowly get used to the altitude.
The amazing view may also have distracted me some – but when I was on top of The Empire State Building many years later I was scared shitless, and the view there is great aswell.