Up, up and away in Goreme, Turkey

Despite a shaky start, International Traveller reader Rebecca Prince finally ticks off a bucket list item in Turkey.

Having taken ill with an inconveniently timed cold I have been limited in my zest for exploring Göreme’s nooks on foot.

However, yesterday marked the occasion of the one thing I had promised myself to do whilst away on this solo journey – hot air ballooning.

At 4:00am I awoke telling myself I did not feel well enough to get up and go.

Apart from the fact that my head was feeling like a swollen, throbbing useless lump, I was also concerned by rumours I had heard regarding the dangers of hot air ballooning. After the haze of sleepiness had worn off a little I managed to push these negatives aside and soon I was on my way to our take-off point.

Gazing out the window, still hazy from the early hour, I was suddenly met by a sight that cleared all mental fogginess. A moonscape stretched out before me.

The ground, a powdery white, was littered with around 40 giant balloons slowly inflating. Some lay in shrivelled rivers of silky material, others took on the persona of some sort of expanding animal, whilst my favourite view was that of the ones almost ready to detach themselves from the earth.

Looking like giant bubbles they were soon to suddenly yet gently rise into the ether of dawn, fiery gas blasts glittering in the distance.

While we waited for the moment of no return, butterflies stirred in my stomach, precipitating that feeling of slight panic, similar to when you are about to descend on the downward incline of a rollercoaster.

Nevertheless, I leapt on with abandon and with a big blast, reminiscent of a whale’s spout, we had lift off. Backed up against the central wall of the basket, I may as well have been clinging to the pilot like a cat avoiding a bath. Yet upon absorbing the sight before me, I soon found myself peering eagerly over the edge.

Multitudes of colourful balloons floated across the pink skyline whilst surrounding white peaks of volcanic rock were highlighted in stripes of first light, throwing dramatic shadows here and there.

The air was pure and silent. Awed into a dumbfounded state, no one expelled an utterance, each consumed by his or her own dream reality.

We rotated slowly, a giant globular compass spinning circles under the clouds, surveying 180 degrees of a landscape barely imaginable in its beauty.

We sunk gently down into the valleys lying prostrate below, floating so close to the towering castles of rock that one could graze them with fingertips.

Rising up again we cruised a little less silently over Love Valley, our group giggling at the phallic appearance of the rocky peaks below.

The breeze played with my hair and I found myself wanting the ability to be suspended from the base of the basket. From there I would be tethered securely face down above the earth, gliding in an echo of a childhood dream.

Landing was surprisingly gentle; in fact the pilot comfortably landed the basket within the boundaries of the waiting trailer.

We climbed out rather reluctantly to celebrate our maiden voyage with champagne, local cakes and a flight certificate.

Heading back to my accommodation, sleepiness returning and closing my lids I was sad it was all over so soon.

However, the memory, still so fresh, rejoiced on in my thoughts.


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