I was given the privilege of being up on top of the radio tower, so we’ll start the SlumSnacking exploration from top to bottom…
I can’t tell you how many meters we’re at but it’s definitely at a dizzying height. My camera cover gets blown off from its strap and I’m clinging on to the railings and for dear life.
My air traffic control insider tells me that he’s only gone up this once, so to the radiation level from the tower, so most of the equipments are automatic. I begin to wonder if I should upgrade my travel insurance.
The placebo effect from my guide’s words seem to take place as I come into close encounters with the different radio creatures, hazily looking as if they’ve just popped out of some surrealist painting.
My favourite is the Dalek-like long-distance surveillance camera used by air-traffic control and border control security. My moments of curiosity is filled with stories of the extremes that security teams venture in order to gain access into the ATC (Air Traffic Control) building.
As I snap away carelessly, the little head rotates and zooms to take a closer look back at me. A cold shiver runs through my back. My fear is somewhat disturbed by the level of its craftsmanship… Fillering and spray painting is disregarded when it’s only visited once every few years by curious fringe designers.
As my ever-discomforting questions grow, my guide starts to herd me back into the safety of civilisation and away from the listening ear of the Dalek. I reluctantly agree after realising that my camera is overheating and we are burnt to a crisp.