I hate heights.

When I say I hate heights, I mean I truly have a pathological fear of being more than a couple of feet from the ground.

This may sound strange for someone who used to go to work by leaping out of functioning aeroplanes, or one who travels extensively by plane (although these days I land in them too) but it’s true, I truly hate heights.

What possessed me then to go on a hideous cable car ride to the highest point of Tirana I’m not quite sure.

DSC_0137The Dajti express is apparently the longest ride in the Balkans at just over 3 miles long, and it goes veeeeeery high, up to the Dajti national park. I hated it. I hated every second of the more than 15 minutes of the ride up. And of the ride down now I come to think of it.

DSC_0139From the city centre we took a taxi, (asked for the Dajti cable car in English, it worked) which cost no more than a few euros, but if you take the bus on the Porcelani line right to the end, there is a free minibus to take you to the start of the torture.

After looking for ages for someone to sell us a ticket we hopped on board. It started calmly enough, no real understanding of the horrors that awaited me. I hate heights. I honestly saw very little of the journey, I just couldnt’ bring myself to lift my eyes from the floor. I’m sure I missed some wonderful views of the countryside just outside of Tirana but I just couldn’t.  The one time I did look up, I saw this coming towards me and immediately looked down again, just in case. In case of what … I’m not sure.

DSC_0147To be fair, once we’d arrived to the top, it had been time well spent, a beautiful area with a bar and a restauarant, as well as a couple of hotels that clearly haven’t worked financially but with the opening of Albania’s doors there is no reason in my mind why they couldnt work again in the future.

DSC_0150It was the getting there that was the problem.

There actually isn’t a huge amount to do in Tirana, so this is well worth the trip, although if you’re as scared of heights as I am, I would suggest taking a bus right to the top, which I only found out existed after I’d been petrified for over half an hour of my life on the round trip.

DSC_0159I’m just glad it wasn’t a windy day, I would probably have cried.

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Elderly rotund toothless male seeks wilderness to travel to.
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2 Responses to I hate heights.

  1. Nikki says:

    Thanks for sharing the pictures, Chris…. better you than me! 🙂

    And the thoughts, as I am of the same mind as you when it comes to heights. As a young adult, only my intense love of skiing offset suffering the pangs of hell taking the lift to the top of the mountain. I was 45 before I flew for the first time. So I do understand.

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