Mama almost thought that we wont get out alive from the cable car. We were hanging from about 200 meters above sea level over the jungle or the sea I dont quite know coz it was dark. The radio transmission was not working and we could not hear any announcements nor could we call them coz the emergency button wasn't working either. We were desperate and the panic was increasing. All we could do was just sit and pray - the four of us - hoping that they'll start or get a helicopter and get us out. Half an hour that day seemed to be like forever...
Finally dada called the police. They were really nice, reassuring us that they'll be there in a few minutes and they did come and keep in touch through the phone. (thank god my phone had a torch in it so we could find the emergency number). Finally the car started moving again but our hearts kept pounding in spite of the jokes that were cracked to keep us calm until we reached the station. I knew at the back of my mind all the time, that we were going to be fine like in the end of a movie... but this wasn't a movie, this was real... and I started thinking about how painful death must have been for riders who crashed in the same cars some ten years ago...
So sentosa had a lot more to offer to us...