There is something magically romantic in the notion of floating above the world amongst the clouds but remaining close enough that you can still feel the presence of others below. I understand from pioneering travellers who have preceded me that it is very still and quiet at that altitude but you are not at such a great height that you feel disconnected from the wanderings-on below.
I find it extraordinary that ballooning, which has clearly been superseded as a means of transport, can hold such a fascination for me. Perhaps because we live in a country that is so young and it is rare for us to experience the “old” as much as other countries.
Despite the name on the balloon above, I am no adrenalin junkie, in fact I have a healthy fear of being airborne. It is time I took myself out of the comfort zone and lived a little, don’t you think?
Idea #5 :: Go hot air ballooning over the Yarra Ranges.