Believe it… or not

by Susana Restrepo

In a lonely haze, and with a comfortable amount of money in my card, I made my way into New York City. All I needed to do was clear my mind. I didn’t have anything planned. To say I knew where I was going would be a lie. The city is so big, with so many opportunities that it is nearly impossible to choose one.

Leaving the PATH station on 33rd street, I decided I didn’t want to stay that long. It was cold, rainy, and I was really too tired to do much. I made up my mind to walk to 42nd Street Port Authority and catch a bus there back to Hoboken. For those who don’t know, the two are practically less than a mile away from each other.

On the way there, you get to walk through Bryant Park, Broadway, and Time Square. Bright lights illuminated an otherwise gray day. These tourist traps attracted so many people on the street that it was nearly impossible to walk. I stopped in front of Ripley’s Believe It or Not to catch my train of thought. A man working there approached me and offered to give me a ticket for the museum for a discounted price.

“Isn’t this more of a family thing?” I asked.

“No, people of all ages come here all the time,” he answered. So, I bought the ticket. What the hell, you know? I guess I needed some pizzazz in my travel. The $25 ticket is kind of expensive, and some might not believe it is worth it. The exhibits weren’t all that great: two headed lambs and a headless chicken that survived for a while were all made of clay and not real at all. The décor was kind of tacky, but I digress.

I did enjoy the Spinning Vortex Tunnel. I walked into the hallway, and the walls felt like they were moving in a circular manner, so my brain got confused and I thought the room was moving, and had to hold onto a railing in order to walk through. The torture exhibit was too spooky for me, and so was the famous world’s biggest collection of shrunken heads.

I’d recommend this museum to younger kids, because they are probably the target audience and are more likely to be surprised by the exhibits. I could see myself coming back, but only if I needed to take care of a kid. The tickets were too expensive in my opinion, but to each their own.