hot air ballooning: from this height you can still hear the call of magpies and wave to families surprised by the sight of us passing overhead. one of the most beautiful moments for me was helping unroll the balloon in a dew-coated field as the sun rose: the sheer size and beauty of it. of course there was also the fact of being in the air, that pure silence and peace, the views, and the tales told by the man (my sister’s friend) who so generously invited my nana and me to go up and which added an extra dimension to an already spectacular experience. (www.ballooning.co.nz)
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