I see I’ve been posting stuff that you could read up anywhere else..its getting boring.So ,me back to writing under the influence of brain.
My first cable car(a.k.a seilbahn) ride was in this country.And a few more followed.I still get sweaty palms when I get onto a cable car,no matter whether its a closed one or open one.At one time,when we were somewhere high up and there was this deep valley right below us,I got all nervous and clutched my better half’s hands tightly.He tried to make light of the situation and said “Look,this safety bar is not going to come off like this,ok ” ,and ,no prizes for guessing right, it did come off..I was just a little short of screaming for my life when he somehow got it back into position and well,sigh ,since then,I’m a little edgy on cable cars.Still,that didn’t deter me from taking two seilbahns this weekend.Pics follow.
The first one was pretty ok ,’cos it was kind of closed and some lovely vineyards below.A fall might have broken a few bones maybe.So I was ok with it.

But,the second one was exactly like the one where my dear better half (really,how can I still call him better after he did that,I don’t know) pulled out the safety bar.

This was just the beginning of the ride.Further down,this flat stretch of greenery deepened into another valley .And,everytime I sit in a cable car I always remember the countless gory stories of things goingwrong ,cables ripping,safety bars going off..pulleys going haywire…whew.
I’m thankful to the thousand and one Gods everytime my feet feel the firm ground again. I just cant resist the urge to throw myself into the depths whenever I am at a height.Read somewhere that that is a possible sign of Acrophobia.Hmm..
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