Balloons? Yes.

Yep. I’ve been in a balloon. It’s awesome. We are in Cappadocia, BTW. Fine, Turkey. Cappadocia has some nice rock formations, nicknamed Fairy Chimneys by most people. Me? I say they look more like Phairy Phalluses. No, not palaces, phalluses. Who knows, maybe mum and I just have perverted, immature minds. But the resemblance is striking.
Now, back to ballooning. It was an early wake-up for the sunrise (all balloon places do it), but what comes next (no, not the bus ride you twit) was brilliant. We saw the balloons inflating. The thing they use to heat up the air seems more like a flamethrower than a gas burner.
Next up: The takeoff. It’s a slow, crawling takeoff. The pilot burns loads of gas to get us into the air. But we make it. Next, we fly over the place coyly called Love Valley. Not very romantic, but certainly the highest concentration of Phairy Phalluses. But there’s more.
The pilot is very skilled. We fly down into another valley. We fly between rocks and at one point brush over the top of a tree. At this point I’m no longer worried by the creaking noises coming from the steel cables holding it all together. Nor does the drop perturb me in the least.
The rest of the flight goes pretty smoothly. At the end we slow down to stop because of lack of wind and have to climb a bit to catch the air current. But it’s fine. Finally, we land in the back of a truck. Yes, I said truck. It’s a flatbed. The flight isn’t over yet, though.
Next, the pilot opens vents to let the air out. I am perhaps the only one happy to end up swathed in the now-deflated bag. Now, finally, we get out. This is after the bag is taken off us, obviously. Now, finally, the flight is truly over. Last of all: Celebratory champagne (for me too). Turkish champagne. And yes, it’s tinged with vodka.

Ehrmagerd, No More Ruins

Good day. Or night, depending on where you are. I am in the Turkish town of Seljuk (spelled S-E-L-C-with-a-squiggly-thing-underneath-it-U-K) after coming from Kurshadasi (sh is a substitute for s-with-the-squiggle since squiggles act as an h for s or c) where we met our friends from Singapore (name withheld) and did stuff with them.
I should mention that none of the stuff we did involves nasty, boring ruins. We went to Adaland Aquapark. Oh yes we did. And a few beaches. And the Cave of Zeus. That was FREEZING. I came out shivering. See, the Cave of Zeus has a pool sheltered from sunlight by the cave at all times. I cannonballed in THREE times. Oh and we lounged by the pool at our hotel (we splurged on our budget ’cause we’d booked).
So pretty cool. Now we’re in Seljuk mum made us go to Ephesus, another set of ruins which, frankly, I did not like. I was not impressed. ENOUGH RUINS ALREADY! But anyway, tomorrow we’re going to another water park and I can forget all about ruins. =D
So bye.