On our viking field trip on Saturday, we went to a burial mound in the middle of an open field. That opening is much smaller than it looks -- everyone had to bend over completely at the waist and squat to squeeze in. Once inside, it was completely pitch black. I couldn't see anything past a few inches inside the entrance. In addition to camera bulb flashes, the teacher lit a single match. It was actually tall enough on one side that he (at about 6'5" or so) could stand up straight.
If you ever want to conquer your fear of claustrophobia, I strongly recommend that you pile into a unlit 1500-year-old hand-mand hole in the earth with a dozen other people. Oh, and while you're in there, make sure that your professor mentions that you would all be dead instantly if it caved in. Whee!
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some notes on legoland
Legoland is:
- Not very politically correct (from a middle class white American viewpoint)
- Designed for small children (all of the rides are short, fast, and small, and none of them are particularly scary, and none of them involve shoulder restraints or harnesses)
- Expensive (I paid $12 for a hamburger and french fries! It was gross!)
- cute. Miniland with its tiny models of oil rigs, castles, harbors, cities, and airports is kitschy and amusing
- The only place I know of where you can buy Legos in bulk by the gram, like drugs
I had fun, but it probably would have been more fun if I was five.