The tour guide asked me if I would like my photo under it. I calculated the chances of a 10 tonne bell fulling on me after hanging here for 145 years and took the gamble by crawling under it.
He let me ring it after I exited. He then gave me a steel rod to bang all the other bells. Their pitches all seemed similar to my ear. When I hit the big one I thought RBB would say that's a C or something. But I wasn't sure.
The bell could be heard for 8 kilometres. The guide said he rings it a six every morning. In other times it was used to signal fires or pirates.
The black Jesus was unusual. I suspect it's something to do with St Augustine originating from north Africa.
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