Mom and Dad in the cable car— don’t they look calm?
My mother loves to tell the story of riding in the Cablecar over Cerro San Cristobal in Chile in 1996, how my father and I bruised her hand and arm by holding on so hard. How she tried and tried to explain to us that she had no magical powers and if the cable line broke, our holding on to her would not save us. We both remember how she rocked the car making the fear all the stronger, like our grips!
That said, I blame my Grandmother who passed her irrational fear of heights to my father. He then passed his irrational fear of heights to me. Thanks Dad!
The view from the bottom of the Cable car
I am trying not to pass my irrational fear of heights to Little Elephant, so we all took her up the cable car in Tirana, the Mt. Dajti Express. In 15 minutes, this Austrian built cable car took us 1230 feet above sea level and about 2/3 of the way up the mountain. The view is spectacular. At the top, there is a very nice restaurant (we had pizza, pasta, and salad), a hotel, a play ground for kids, and some bunkers. For $7.00 USD roundtrip, it was quite a nice day.
The view from the top (and through a window– sorry, should have gotten a better shot)
More on the bunkers another day.
