I nearly plumped for my only ever camel ride in Egypt, but instead decided to recount my journey on The Téléphérique (proudly delivered in 1965 just like me!), a precipitous cable car ride starting at the bay of Jounieh, a city 16KM outside Beirut in Lebanon.
It was the year of my marriage in 2000 and against my better judgement (I hate heights), I was persuaded to take the 1.5 kilometre trip up a mountainside to see a massive statue of Our Lady of Lebanon in Harissa.
The journey up was sort of OK, but the downward leg revealed why the ride had been christened ‘The Terrorpherique’ in my guidebook.
As we lurched off the rocky terra firma, the car we were in stopped dead in its tracks and just swung back & forth for a few terrifying moments a mile up in the air, before we continued on our slow, tortuous way. I don’t mind admitting that I closed my eyes in places and even let out a couple of “I’m not happy with this” yelps!
I have experienced lots of cable cars since in places such as Grindelwald, Prague, Hong Kong, Borovets, Poina Brasov, Cape Town, Montserrat & Butlins Minehead, but nothing comes close to that memorable Lebanese adrenalin fuelled experience.