- Oct 29, 2002
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- East of Suez
Haw Par Villa, Singapore: the theme park made in hell
Haw Par Villa in Singapore is not your average theme park. Limbless rats, human crabs and the Ten Courts of Hell make up this bizarre and gruesome recreation of the afterlife.
We were barely 10 steps inside the dimly-lit stone tunnel that houses the Ten Courts of Hell when my friend jumped back and grabbed my arm. She had approached a mock replica of the "Mirror of Retribution" – where evildoers see their life replayed before they face punishment for their sins – and a demonic apparition had appeared out of nowhere through the looking glass. She calmed down from the shock. "He does have a nice collarbone," she noticed.
Then do a search before posting! We already have a thread on it....http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-beds-bucks-herts-36024009
I've never heard of the Soulbury Stone and looking at the pictures it is no wonder that someone hit it.
I did do a search and couldn't find a thread.
Then do a search before posting! We already have a thread on it....
And I wonder why I don't bother posting her much any more............................
You are quite correct Liveinabin, I just tried the Search on this site and the only resulting threads regarding the Soulbury Stone is this one.
Given that you yourself Ryn have complained about the results when using Search...perhaps a retraction of your comment?
In the interests of board harmony?
The Most Dangerous Path in Britain? Walking The Broomway
SUNDAY, 21 FEBRUARY 2016
There are records of dozens of people having sadly lost their lives on this path. And it is very likely that dozens more have died here without their deaths ever being recorded.
Can remember starting to read that article but giving up because I first wanted to know where the Bony Well was. The text gives no clue.A long read with some interesting suggestions...
On the Hunt for the Lost Wonders of Medieval Britain
Does a millennium-old manuscript hold the key to hidden, awe-inspiring places?
The day was departing when we arrived at the old, gray church and its graveyard of tilting headstones. Beyond, the forest hid the ruins of a Norman castle along with—we hoped—one of the Wonders of Britain.
A tall, tidy man with a cap appeared, out with his dog for an evening walk, and Andrew Evans, wearing a dark, swinging overcoat, approached him. “Can I ask you … do you live around here? We’re after the Bone Well …” The man offered no sign of recognition. “It should be a spring under the castle somewhere.”
“A natural spring?” he replied, unfazed by the suggestion of a watery catacomb filled with skeletons. “There’s a track leading down there on the left. It’s a good bit of a mile.”
“Okay,” said Evans. “That sounds like it.” .....