Continues from Al Habbalah- The Pulse of a City
The steep cable car ride took us to the hanging village of Habbalah within minutes. Even those who were dreading the ride enjoyed it. The slow movement of the cars and the scenery around the deep valleys made us forget everything outside. We were at Habbalah village in Abha, a dreamy land with deep valleys, misty mountains, green foliage and much tramped paths.
As we got out from the car, we stood at the spot for some more time to admire the climb and descend of the cars. In the backdrop of the huge mountains and the in the wide distance between the stations, the cable cars looked like play toys.
It was cold, sunny, steep, adventurous and overall an enchanting village. The children started to get really ecstatic and run to the open and steps all around. Shreya escaped very soon from our hands and following her I reached the top of the ruins before others.
The steps were adorned with bougainvillea on one side and wild bushes. The shrubs looked so similar to shrubs from our home country. It was truly a nostalgic sight. The barren desert mountains glazed in the afternoon sunlight across the ruins.
The ruined house also consisted a mountain cafeteria whose kitchen, store room and restroom were on the top of the house. The terrace in front of that was unkept and opens to the wide chasm below the mountains. As I stood at the edge of the terrace, my heart raced both with fear and excitement.
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| Can you spot the cable car? |
However, the real shock to my heart came very soon. I relaxed while Shreya got out from the terrace and ran to play with her friends. However, while climbing the steps, she lost the balance and was falling back to the narrow gap of mountains leading to the above mentioned chasm. I am sure that there was a divine hand that steadied her at that moment without which we I would have lost myself too.
I was sitting shocked and numb for some time before Sreejith found out something to rejuvenate us.
Continues in Into the Forest…
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