Cable Car

After the disappointing shopping expedition, our car took us to the cable car point, which was really busy with a massive queue that I was almost tempted to think "fuck this" at.  Our driver managed to get us into another shorter queue to buy our tickets... only to then join another long queue to actually get into another queue to join yet another queue onto the cable cars. 

A lot of queuing...

In front of us were a really annoying Chinese family that kept panicking if there were a few spaces ahead of them in the queue; behind us was an extremely ugly German couple – the man looked completely haggard, baggy eyes, potted, red and blotchy skin. Delightful. The cable cars seated six people so we were either going to share with the annoying Chinese family or the Ugly Germans.

Ugly Germans it was, and we were lucky that we were first into the car, as I didn’t fancy being squashed in between the four of them (they had another couple with them, not quite as ugly). The car is scarier than this couple and whisks us up into the mountains to offer some amazing views. There are a few viewpoints on the way, which we take the opportunity to get out, walk about and take photos. Mike is completely petrified of walking across this rather precarious walkway that joins two viewpoints together across a ravine. I didn’t look down; Mike didn’t look up! It didn’t help that the concrete ‘planks’ that formed the walkway were loose, so they wobbled as you walked across them! Still, it was worth it to get the views.

We have to make a fairly quick exit from there as we have a spa treatment booked for tonight – my first massage ever, so we head back down through the town to the car park, but our driver is not about… I imagined us being stranded here for a few hours, naturally, and just as we were about to phone the hotel, he arrived – he’d been praying: what else?