Even as you gently cook your sunnyside eggs in the pan, the heated air over it rises bringing along the wondrous aroma of breakfast into the bedrooms of their sleeping occupants... provided the doors are open, that is.
If not, then you get reminded of NATO: No action, tidor only
Hello there veterans, it's a bright and sunny Sunday and the air is already warming up outside (well, it was when I wrote that this morning).
These thoughts of hot air conjures up similarly warm and happy memories of an action-filled time we (the hubby and our two young ladies) had in Turkey last July, not least riding in a hot air balloon.
After that experience I can say now I know how a feather feels floating haplessly in the sky.
Because somehow it felt just like that, no wind in your face, no undertow currents tugging at you... just a nice dreamy floating feeling as we took in the scenery a thousand feet below us, from a basket filled with I think 18 others.
It took place in Goreme in the Cappadocia region of Central Turkey, an area of very interesting albeit arid terrain.
Early morning was when we lifted off before the cold desert air gets warm because balloons depend on the difference in temperature of the air inside it vs. outside for buoyancy.
First the preparations to inflate the balloon.
And then all aboard! Lightweights on one end and the one heavyweight at the other.
Some blastings of propane gas and we have lift-off...
followed by a feast for the eyes...
Cappadocia is settled on a high, dry plateau in the middle of Turkey. The region is one of hot, dry summers and cold, sometimes snowy, winters. Ancient volcanic eruptions blanketed this region with thick ash, which solidified into a soft rock—called tuff—tens of meters thick. Wind and water went to work on this plateau, leaving only its harder elements behind to form a fairy tale landscape of cones, pillars, pinnacles, mushrooms, and chimneys, which stretch as far as 130 feet into the sky.
These are volcanic rock formations called fairy chimneys and typically consist of relatively soft rock topped by harder, less easily eroded stone that protects each column from the elements.
Hokay... after an hour thereabouts, our skilful pilot took us back to solid ground
The shadow of our descending balloon
Feathers no more
Our fellow passengers
I do like hot air come to think of it, both that we fly with and that we generate in the kitchen.
And quick look at the clock tells me it's time to produce more of the latter.
Up, up and awaaaay....