12: Floating High Above A Glacier

I knew it was coming - the ride was to a place called Glacier Paradise after all - but I too couldn't help let out an audible gasp as the large gondola pulled back before the pylon, and then rocked forward over the peak of the cliff and high above a vast, desolate valley. I was not alone - the heavily loaded vehicle let out a collective yelp, a cross between shock, terror, and sheer amazement. And then I realised that far below me - hundreds of metres below me - was a glacier so large that a man walking on its surface would barely be visible.