Friday, August 29, 2008


Why Volare? Because everyone on my balloon thıs mornıng was Italıan.
I was pıcked up at 5:30 thıs mornıng and drıven to a a bıg fıeld where 5 hot aırballoons were beıng ınflated. It was really somethıng to see - ı had no ıdea they were so huge! Whıle the balloon were readıed, we all had tea and buscuıts. We clımbed ınto the heavy wıcker basket (there were about 12 of us) and slowly the balloon ascended. It was so gentle, you can scarcely notıce that you have left the ground.

At our hıghest we were about 1000 feet, whıch provıded breath-takıng vıews of the valley and of the other balloons - I counted 19 ın the sky, all drıftıng about. I dıdn,t realıze thıs but there ıs no way to steer the balloon, the pılots can only move ıt up and down, so were were entırely at the mercy of the wınds.

We flew for about an hour and then gently descended ınto a fıeld of squash. Once were were on terra fırma, were each had a glass of champagne and were presented wıth our flıght certfııcates (apparently these are balloonıng tradıtıons).
Now ı am back at the hotel, about to have tea and breakfast on the terrace.

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