Time to return back to the base of the mountain. The weather had been sunny with a breeze that kept the temperature fairly comfortable. It was only when we boarded the cable car, that we realized it wasn't a breeze it was a wind.
Certainly out of an abundance of caution, they would not operate the cars in the wind, I thought. That question was answered when the door closed and the operator started the car moving. As we left the port, the car started rocking. Great, I had survived the trip up. In fact, it went so well, my fears were allayed. Oh, the false sense security.
Slowly we made the trip down to the lower hill, swaying a bit as we went. Note here, any swaying - little or not, is harrowing when in a glass car with 65 strangers, thousand's feet above the ground, hanging on a thin cable. Since I am writing this, you can see I survived.
Once at the lower port, we walked past the wall of icons. I'll take any comfort in a storm, or in this case, religious intervention from any source.