I'm not brilliant with heights. Given time to adjust I'm okay with them, but you're not going to find me climbing Everest. My missus seemed to forget this when we went up the
CN Tower in Toronto a couple of years ago.
I wanted to go up, but needed to take things at my own pace. We got off to a bad start when I misjudged Canadian lager the night before and still felt a bit rough the following evening when we were booked to eat in the 360 Restaurant in the tower. On arriving at the tower, the lift (which goes up the outside at about 15 mph) was almost full so I thought we'd hang back so I could go to the back of the next lift, away from the windows.
Nope, the missus in her excitement forgot this and I ended up right against the door, with window directly in front of me. 15mph might not sound fast, but it's about twice the speed of a normal lift. I felt sick after about 5 seconds and had to turn away and look at the floor.
"Look at the view! You're missing it" chimed the wife in front of a full lift.
I felt like yelling at her, I don't know how she managed to forget.
I was okay at the top, and as long as I wasn't near the window I enjoyed the view. However, my wife again made things worse when we ate in the 360 Restaurant. The floor revolves so after about 40 minutes you'll have seen the whole of the skyline. You can't really tell that it's moving when you look straight out, however, your eyes are better at catching movement at the periphery of your vision and as we sat side-on to the windows I felt sick because it felt like we were moving even though I couldn't see it.
I ordered a nice simple salad for starters, my wife ordered fancy meat salad. We're still unsure why she did this, as she's vegetarian.
I ended up having to eat her slimy, rich meat salad, which did nothing to settle my stomach.
When the main course arrived, it turned out that she'd ordered the seafood risotto instead of the vegetarian one. I can only guess that altitude affects the part of the brain that stores whether you're vegetarian or not.
We went up the next day in the daylight and I really enjoyed it once I got used to the height. The only thing I couldn't do was walk on the
glass floor. Whilst I knew it would take my weight, I was physically incapable of stepping on to it, I froze. This was made worse by there being four year old kids lying on it and looking down and fat Americans jumping up and down on it with ease.
I'll post a couple of pics tonight when I'm back home.
