Sometimes we miss the obvious. I think I certainly did in this case. Ferris wheels. Now there's a quite large one on the bank of the Thames, across the river from Parliament and Big Ben. The London Eye. It is pretty hard not to notice. I've seen many, noted them, but have never been on one. Why? Well -- perhaps they are just a big, slow moving amusement ride -- for the weak kneed or enthralled romantics.
The original Ferris wheel was built for the World's Columbian Exposition in Chicago, Illinois (1893), to rival the main attraction of the 1889 Paris Exposition -- the Eiffel Tower. I've seen the Riesenrad (1897), a first generation observation or big wheel in Vienna's Prater (an amusement park). It's old and traditional and if I was going to spend money for an amusement ride, there's got to be a little speed involved. Employ unexpected g-forces, positive and negative -- you know the routine. Drop, turn, spin. Hold on, scream, wince or squeal. After all, I am part of the original Disney generation -- I've stood long enough in line for this thing, paid my dues, now entertain me -- and more than just a little, please.
When it was built, the London Eye (also called the Millennium Wheel, since it was dedicated in December of 1999) was the tallest Ferris wheel in the world. It is now just the largest wheel in Europe, being surpassed by two newcomers in Asia. Because it is supported by a frame on a single side, it is also termed "the world's tallest cantilevered observation wheel." But what caught my attention -- and forced me to give this one a go -- was the fact that the wheel carries 32 sealed, air-conditioned passenger capsules attached to its external circumference -- pods, dangling, supported on the outside of the wheel, pods which can hold up to 24 people. That's upwards of nearly 800 podnaughtson board at any given time -- a communal habitat. Though seating is available, individuals are free to walk around inside the pod, socialize. One revolution takes about 30 minutes, slow enough that that riders easily can walk on and off without the Eye ever stopping. And the London Eye is the second most popular place in Europe for "popping the question." The Eiffel Tower is first. No surprise -- popping the question is often a weak kneed affair.
The fare for a standard ride on the Eye is just £15.50 for adults and £7.75 for children. Private capsules can be had from £299 to £1200 -- with champagne of course. I'm sure that cost also encouraged me to be even more disinterested. And since Eye rides are considered "flights," tickets must be booked via British Airways. I'm not quite sure I completely understand -- but that's okay. The Eye, as all big wheels, exists to fulfill a single function -- to lift people up from the ground, take them round a giant loop in the sky, then put them back down where they started. In self-supporting habitat-bubble-things. With spectacular views. So simple, so clean. I just may have to give this cantilevered Eye another dawdling whirl.
I travel. It all started on my first bus ride home from school -- I simply did not get off the bus at my designated stop. Or any other scheduled stop. I was captivated by the panorama of moving scenery beyond my ordinary world. I vividly recall my mother's horrified expression as she watched me and my bus pass by -- and equally, the driver's startled look at the end of her route, as she realized there was a lone little boy at the back of the bus. Yes, sometimes I find myself lost, most often due to my own fault. This recurring cycle of adventure and dilemma repeats itself, revisiting me in varied form. I've been shaped by the worlds I've seen and experienced, at times disoriented. The shaping seems relentless, yet I am driven to keep moving -- on.
About Seat 96
The seat I prefer to frequent is in a first class rail car, daily servicing Central European cities, towns and villages. From this seat, over a decade ago, I enjoyed the revelation of a familiar yet new world. As a young boy I discovered and followed various Eastern Bloc shortwave radio stations from my small town bedroom (DXing), imagining far away places and people. Radio Prague eventually became my best virtual friend. As I watched the passing scenery on my first train ride through Austria and the Czech Republic to Prague, I realized the world I had imagined -- the innumerable mental images I had collected and stored over my younger years -- was mismatched with the visual realities now streaming past. Naturally, truth resides in the mind of the beholder -- and the best reality is created with all of one's enabled senses. Therefore, I now explore and take detailed notes -- from Seat 96.