I’m not normally afraid of heights but a Night Tour of Manhattan gave me a glimpse of what people who are so inclined might feel. On Friday night about 8pm I boarded a sightseeing bus for a tour to see the lights of New York. A standard open-topped double decker bus that I’ve caught a dozen times since I arrived in New York. Sunset here is about 8pm and while the day had been quite warm, the temperature had started to drop and a slight breeze was coming through but it was still relatively pleasant. The tour started through Broadway and Times Square before heading down through Soho and Chinatown. And then we got to the Manhattan Bridge…where the terror started…. I was on the top on an open double-decker bus, which was probably top-heavy, without a seatbelt and when you cross a bridge a slight breeze turns into some serious wind. Looking over the side was like looking into an abyss and I was certain that the bus was going to tip. Rational me said that they do this trip multiple times a night every day of the year so it must be OK but I couldn’t shake the feeling that it just wasn’t safe! Everyone else seemed fine and we obviously made it across safely. After a lovely drive through Brooklyn (which even at night was quite pretty) it was time for the return trip…and another bridge crossing.This time was just as concerning and while I’m sure that the pictures would have been amazing, I have none. Once we were off the bridge the rest of the tour was fine. It was a good tour and the guide was entertaining but I don’t think I’ll be in a hurry to do it again.