The official public record is slightly over 5minutes, and held, at that, by a slightly crazed German extreme sport lover who came all the way to the St.Ｈelena solely to climb the ladder. The unofficial record is a shade under 5minutes, whilst the unofficial all comers record held by a passing crewman of an American warship is around 4.50. Personally, I was simply trying not to die.
Originally it had tracks down either side, and donkeys at the top walked around in the style of old wells pulling up and down cargo's of manure and ammunition. Obviously the former was the more important. Despite vague ideas of reinstating them, these days the rails have long gone, leaving just the staircase, with smooth concrete on either side and the rocky cliffs to either side. Completed in 1829, Jacobs Ladder remains a slightly foreboding an fearsome sight, it's 699 steps (the 700th is now covered over) ascending over 600 feet - or 180 odd metres for those of you who happen top prefer metric bits - at a varying angle of 39-44degrees, with deep steps.
There is no respite, no easy place to break or to stop and sit/rest/recover/die on the way up or down. Just a straight ladder, and what is according to some people at least, the longest continual staircase in the world (eg without any breaks, bends or flat bits). If you suffer from vertigo, it's probably not a great option. Especially coming down, even with handrails on either side, you are accutely aware that there is nothing to break your fall or prevent you plummeting to your death on the concrete below if you happen to loose your balance or footing.
Yet although it is not used so much these days due to the shear number of cars on the island, for those on foot it is still much quicker than the alternative route, and anybody climbing reasonably quickly ill still beat cars from the bottom. Coming down, it is even better - though technically illegal these days, due to wonderfully evil streak in some long since forgotten official, until fairly recently children in Jamestown went to school at the top of the ladder. And whilst the thought (and event) of being forced to climb up every day is one which provokes looks of panic even now, people still fondly remember sliding all the way down again, with the more proficient and foolhardy achieving some quite scary speeds and times of well under a minute.
Top - Basil George, a local historian and tour guide demonstrating the technique to slide down, whilst below, at night it really does look like the stairway to heaven. Lit on both sides, it traverses steep black cliffs with no refection, and if the sole inhabitant (Ken, the Attorney General) at the very top is not at home, there are no lights at the top at all. It really does look like a ladder to nowhere.
I can see the part of the top of the ladder from my apartment, and like many people in town watching people (idiots) struggle (climb) up the ladder has become a small hobby, especially if a new load of tourists ha just arrived on the boat, or a cruise ship is in town. Though you don't like it, and you *KNOW* it's going to hurt (just wait until 2 days later...) it is something that you really have to do at some point....
And whilst I had cunningly chosen accommodation in the town close to all amenities and thus avoiding the ladder for routine events, the discovery that most of my family lives scattered around the hills on top of the ladder came as a sad realisation that I would be forced to climb it with greater frequency than perhaps one would like....
I took my time on the first attempt, stopping a few times for a wll needed breather or (yes, ok, not really or...) to take in the fabulous view. The ladder is slightly misleading in that the first third or so is reasonably OK. An old foot path coming in that looks half way up from below is a chunk under halfway, and It is only after that point where you start to tireand loose momentum that the angle changes, and not for the better. the top 150 or to steps being the worse because they are even deeper and steeper than the rest. Roughly 2/3rds of the way up, you suddenly become very aware of the crosswind that is whistling doen the valley and now doing its best to put you off balance, and by the time you reach the top, you are pausing every 10-20steps and trying not to look down in case your jellied legs decide to quit there and then, sending you plumeting to the bottom. Brilliantly with a twist of sick humour, the bench at the top 9scene of many a person half passed out or lying down in pain) has been donated by the disabled society...
I have now had the dubious pleasure of climbing it six times, and after an initial time of a respectable-ish 12mins (i did stop several times to just sit and admire the glorious view) I now average about 7.5-8minutes per climb. Before I leave, I will to climb it non-stop, and also as fast as possible, but both can wait for now... Perversely, I find it harder to walk down than up: a number of my limbs and bones have been bruised and broken over the years and are not up to as much as they once were, and though it is obviously more effort to go up, my body aches much more coming down. Whichever way you go, you need to ensure you walk it off sufficiently afterwards, or else your body will, erm object, the following morning or often, the day after.
Oddly, whilst i no longer mind climbing the ladder, I try and avoid it. Not because of the ladder, but the bit afterwards. Mentally, you count the ladder as being at the top, and for the casual tourist, it is. For me, however, it is less than halfway and so to visit anybody i have to continue walking up through Half Tree Hollow, and that is the killer. The road goes up at a horrible angle, and walking up steep concrete (instead of steps) I find to be pure evil - more or less - especially for my lower back and shins and I have since found a significantly longer, but much pleasanter alternative route which I generally now use,
More photos from the top and of the views will come the next time i can be bothered to climb the damned thing again!