What I learned/remembered in New Zealand?

One of New Zealand’s primary attractions is the Sky Tower.



At over 1000 feet high, the tower’s elevators, with glass floors, whiz you upward to the observation deck at alarming speeds all the while you look down as long as you dare.

It was at this point, rapidly being thrust upward, a sudden recollection jolted me.

I don’t like heights.

This was not a good time for this sudden recollection. Perhaps sometime before paying the $25 dollars to go up to the observation deck would have been a more fitting moment for this recollection. Or at least before getting into the elevator.

But no, I remembered as the bottom of the elevator shaft, clearly visible through the glass floor, dropped away beneath me, plummeted really.

Man if the sweat did not start pouring off me.

See, I had forgotten I don’t like heights. I know. It sounds crazy. But for a couple months I have been working in Century City, Los Angeles on the 15th floor. Elevators and heights had become somewhat routine.

Note to self, 15th floor not nearly as high as the observation deck of the Sky Tower.

And perhaps more importantly, in Century City, the elevators DO NOT have glass floors!

At the observation deck, (where I currently sit with an old fashion pad of paper to be transcribed later) you are surrounded by a panoramic view of Aukland. Or, if you are me, you get a place to sit and write, while casually avoiding the view.



And if you did not get enough of the glass floor in the elevator, there are plenty of glass floor panels available on the overhanging portion of the observation deck.

Maybe I will workup the guts to look down one of those.



At the moment, standing on glass which they ashore you is strong as concrete at 38 mm thick…. Is just not going to happen. (Let alone tap dancing hard on it like that freak over there is doing.)



To me, avoiding the view, the Sky Tower opens the question of why we build things just to be the tallest? (Anything not to think about how far down it is.) I chalk it up, simply, to men’s fundamental desire to say theirs is bigger.

The other question which strikes me is, why on earth do people scare themselves to death by coming up here and standing on the glass?

And I am not even going to consider the level of psychosis involved in bungee jumping off the building!

Stupid: Irrational fears.
Cool: The view from the Sky Tower.

Needless to say, I did not bungee jump off the tower.