UP
Pre-dawn drive through the adjoining towns and villages, onto dirt roads that meandered around trees and passed by several clumps of large mounds that turned out to be partially inflated balloons still lying on their side. Finally we arrive at our balloon, flat and forlorn looking, which changes quickly as air from a fan inflates the balloon enough to raise it and right the carriage. Soon we’re aboard and after much frenzied activity we begin to lift.
Impressions, highlights, sensations.
Our pilot is entertaining and plays us a percussion rhythm by manipulating the burn sequence.
A wedding ceremony is taking place on the ground, bride and groom in a vintage pink Cadillac with doors ajar. Our pilot lowers to photo bomb, to the delight of the couple.
A vista of colored Easter eggs floating up and down across all horizons.
We graze a plot of apricot and olive trees. I guess the pilot knows what he’s doing. (Yep, he does)
Even with the chatter of happy passengers, pilot and co-pilot banter with the ground followers, and blasts from the burners…there are gaps of serene silence, the most profound quiet.
Was it worth the $315 each? You betcha!
DOWN
We didn’t have the kind of problem CWSocial described in her trip report but our pilot didn’t exactly stick the landing. We set on a slight incline in the middle of very tall and very wet grass. The ground crew came rushing at high speed to our rescue and began engaging the pilot in an animated, arm waving, finger pointing exchange which ended with us being lifted and pulled 50’ to a flatter and dryer spot.
Disembark, drink the celebratory (non-alcoholic) champagne, take the photo and we’re off, everyone all bubbly and sighing with content.
The Window
It was overcast when we left the hotel but on the drive over I told the van driver, “today looks good for ballooning”. He shrugged and said “inshallah” a response that can mean “we’ll see”, or sometimes “don’t absolutely count on it”.
Well…with area storms there was no ballooning the past three days; with forecasts there will be no ballooning the next three days. We snuck in.