Ballon ride is possible

“In travel, as in life, one must insist for somethings to happen.”

In general, it is believed that travel is privileged. Maybe it is. However, Thomas Jefferson is credited with saying that the harder you work, the luckier you get. I agree with that.

Since I was a child, I tried to adhere to every loyalty program that existed in order to earn points, kilometers or miles, from which I owe several plane tickets, even to the northern hemisphere.

Not to mention applying Japanese austerity to everyday life. I save as much as possible to get another precious check in my list of places to visit. And even though my neurosis is deeper, I recognize that long hours of searching on the web helped me to get air tickets at incredible prices.

In short, everyone indulges themselves according to their own reality.

In that line, it was always a pending account to balloon ride.

That dream could not be realized in Capadocia (Turkey), the most famous destination in the world to travel by balloon. I had hired the tour that offered to enjoy the sunrise from above. I remember the night before, how I happily joined the people of Göreme, who were leaving their stores to celebrate the event of the first snowfall, not knowing the disappointment that awaited me. That initial snow in the winter of 2015 was so strong that the routes became unusable.

Cappadocia has a unique physiognomy, that's why going up there in a hot air balloon is like a must. Its geological characteristics not only made its landscape a paradise with a lunar appearance, but also its peculiar composition allowed humans, since ancient times, to excavate caves that were later converted into subway cities, where even those small churches that served as meeting and celebration places during the persecution of Christians are still preserved.

In short, that fabulous Turkish snow continued to fall throughout the night and at dawn you could not even go outside. This meant not only the cancellation of the long-awaited tour, but also a change of itinerary to Pamukkale.

On that same trip, my stubbornness finally led me to get on a hot air balloon in the Valley of the Kings in Luxor, Egypt.

The experience was incredible, from the karkadé tea (also known as hibiscus, a magenta-colored infusion made from the Jamaica flower), to the amazing sunrise from the air.

In Egypt the predominant color is ochre: imagine how intense those oranges were when the sun was about to appear. An image as powerful as it is indescribable.

That indelible postcard is then completed with the other balloons that take off next to yours, each one with its particular design. In the air they look like fat giants taking over the sky. It's a bit unreal the moment until fear takes over your other sensations... But nothing happens, in seconds the happiness and the adrenaline of the experience prevails.

To all this is added the joy of being able to see some temples from the air, special memory of Hatshepsut for her greatness and perfection, and for having been built this funeral building by one of the few female pharaohs who had the ancient Egypt.

The descent in balloon is smooth (if you have the luck of an experienced pilot) but not for that reason less tremendous. Just as exciting or more so than the ascension.

In short, nothing is more pleasant than being able to give up a dream. Therefore, do not stop dreaming!