So I checked into a London hotel earlier today ready for MCM. With a good few hours to kill, and with the new Pirates of the Caribbean out today I decided to check online for nearby local Cinemas. Closest one appeared to be at the O2. Whilst the Etihad ski lift type thing seemed like a more direct route, not having been to the O2 before I decided that it looked simpler to take the DLR and tube to North Greenwich as I wasn't sure I'd be able to work out the way if I got off the "ski lift". Now you may have assumed I could have just headed towards "the big tent thing" but as I hadn't been before I didn't know if other building would have obscured it's location.
Anyway I get to the O2 and manage to get into a showing that was just starting. It's the darkest cinema I've ever seen and there was no chance I would have been able to find my allocated seat so I just had to feel for a seat that was nearby the entry. Luckily I didn't end up groping some poor unsuspecting fellow cinema patron.
Well the Movie finished and I grabbed some food, then decided to head back to the Hotel. It was quite evident where the other side of the "Ski Lift" was so despite my fear of heights I decided "what the hell, lets give it a shot".
I queued up and was given a carriage to myself. I immediately went to the far side and held on tight to the handrail. The carriage proceeded forwards. Hmm I thought... Those doors haven't closed. I looked at the carriage in front to see their doors were closed so re-assured myself mine would any second. The carriage continued moving forwards and passed the point where the carriage in front had definitely had their door closed by. Mine remained open. I frantically looked around, surely there wasn't something like a close door button I'd missed? Surely they wouldn't rely on people pressing that themselves? No close door button but there was an emergency button. This wasn't an emergency though was it? In my panicked state the idea of dangling over the Thames with an open door was terrifying but I wasn't sure that constituted an emergency. After what seemed like an eternity, and a what seemed like a few moments after the last possible moment that they should the doors closed. I breathed a sigh of relief.
The carriage moved onto what I can only call "the main cable" and picked up speed. Holy crap. New problem. The carriage is swaying like crazy. I quickly concluded sitting right at the edge holding onto the (only) handrail was a bad idea and shifted across to the middle. No handrail so I was gripping the seat like crazy. The swaying seemed to lessen but looking forwards and backwards at the other carriages left me convinced that mine was still swaying significantly more than any of the others.
As the journey continued we got higher. As we approached the first tower thoughts of some mechanical failing knocking the carriage off the cable and sending it plummeting to the ground filled my head. the "bumpiness" of the first tower did little to calm my fears that that was a possibility so for each subsequent tower I continued to panic.
Right over the middle of the Thames and a flipping airplane flies over heading for London Airport. What seemed to be the swaying I was previously experiencing appears to intensify due to what I assumed was turbulence being chucked in the direction of the "Ski Lift" from the plane.
The carriage reaches the final tower and starts descending. Still high and can't get the thoughts of certain death out of my mind should the carriage fall off the cable or the cable snap. But every second it gets closer to the "Landing Area" is a second where my previously vice like grip on the seat loosens.
Finally the carriage arrives and I trundle out eager to feel my feet on solid ground and to breath a big sigh of relief.
Needless to say, that is not a method of transport I intend to repeat in the near future.