We had a field trip to an orphanage in grade school.
They had underground tunnels and a pinball machine.
I wanted to live there. Looked like fun.
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We had a field trip to an orphanage in grade school.
They had underground tunnels and a pinball machine.
I wanted to live there. Looked like fun.
When I visited Vietnam about three years ago I made a trip to the Cu Chi tunnels near Saigon (well worth it, and the book on the tunnels by Tom Mangold and John Penycate is an absorbing read too). There is a 100-metre section of tunnel, somewhat roomier and more hygienic than the originals, which I was persuaded by a guide to enter along with others in my group of tourists. Overcoming my claustrophobia, taphephobia, mysophobia, entomophobia, ophidiophobia and assorted other phobias (haha, look 'em up!), I crawled and scrambled my way through the tunnel, bravely ignoring the exit halfway along for the faint-hearted. If I say so myself, I showed true British grit (appropriate word). When I finally emerged, somewhat weary and certainly relieved, I told our guide, 'You got it wrong, the tunnel's 100 kilometres, not 100 metres.'
snotface, do you also suffer from Blennophobia ?