It was a lovely evening to be up top, nice sunset, no breeze.
Rode up with a bunch of macho-looking dudes who refused to come and stand by the window of the elevator. Fraidy cats! Then, on the way down, someone asked the elevator attendant how she could stand right by the doors. People... really?
I used to be afraid of heights and here's how I cured myself: I was in Chamonix in the French Alps and I rode on this gondola to some crazy high overlook. Had to take two different cars, actually.
On the way down, I forced myself to stand in the front and live through it. It was terrifying, but after that, I've not had that sinking feeling. Sounds stupid simple, but it worked.
Anybody afraid of heights want to go up and shoot the Needle with me? I'll cure you!