hot air balloon

I am trying without much success to copy paste the pictures taken by Mimi of the hot air balloon fiesta in Putrajaya. I do not know why I cannot do it.  I would like to share it with you so much. Because I like them balloons so much.  It is one of those things.

Doesn't  it look delightful? Round at the top and closing at the bottom into a teardrop shape, with a wicker basket tied below, the balloons  usually in bright or mixed colors or motifs, looking like  an animation in the sky. How can something that look so incredibly cute able to do incredible  things like ferrying people up in the sky,  also being the first craft in the world to do so, while adding  romance and whimsicals to the whole idea .  Imagine yourself in a hot air balloon crossing the fields, trees and rivers,  in a basket. A basket!!! I can die from  the cuteness of it all.

At the fiesta, the balloons are blown up using big fans and heating equipments.  Then they would puff upwards with all the hot air. Equipped with the cylinders in the basket  that burns out fire to keep the air in the balloon hot and afloat.  There were twenty over hot air balloon preparing to take off.

The  balloon pilots, as most pilots are,  look so debonair but with somewhat roguish charm since their sport is for the daring, since  it is just you, the balloon, the basket and God's good humour.  You do not see them in safety suits or safety gadgets, just their rakish smile and experiences managing the wind. And maybe prayers.

You could land abruptly dangerously,  to put it nicely,  and it can be where you should not be landing but all is too cute to think of the worst.  For all I can imagine, you can go around the world in a hot air balloon landing only on the most picturesque places like the fruit orchards in the Mediteranean or the zen gardens in Japan.  Maybe drop by Taj Mahal for a short while to reflect on other people's love story  and perhaps the  Buckingham Palace to witness  Prince William's wedding. Or Beatrix Potter's home at the Lake District, Scotland.  See, my imaginations qualifies me to be on one, but the courage part, I am not sure.

At the moment unfortunately  I cannot paste the beautiful  pictures taken by Mimi..Hot air balloonis are a natural prozac for me, all the  wonderful balloons lifting up into the sky, lifting my spirits, lifting my hopes into a euphoria.

Aishah could only bite her fingers, as she could not  get into one.

Hope we can go to Turkey for a real ride  one day.  As is Aishah's dream.