I always told myself I would ride a hot air balloon since that day, and every Saturday without fail I would watch the balloons from my bathroom window as I brushed my teeth, sitting on my bathtub ledge.
But I remember waking up one day and never seeing a balloon again. It was super devastating. I asked mum what happened and she said maybe it was due to lack of business or a safety or council issue.
I felt like the magic of my Saturday mornings was taken from me. And not too long after in a strangely well timed manner began an unhealthy obsession with JK Rowling and Harry Potter.
Fast forward to accidentally stumbling across an image of hot air balloons over an almost extra terrestrial appearing landscape on Pinterest, and I had a new number 1 on the bucket list.
Cappadocia (Kapadokya), a small previously little known area in central Turkey, is home to one of the most spectacular events in the world. Every morning, a fleet of balloons take off before the sun rises over the arid and lunar like landscape, a UNESCO World Heritage Site. The city of Göreme is quiet and still, there is no sound, no wind, making for one of the most magical sights you can imagine.
I set my alarm to 4:30 to give myself 30 minutes to get my arse out of bed to witness the famous hot air balloons rise. I was joined by some girls from my hostel, and we navigated ourselves blurry eyed up towards ‘Sunset Point’, where our hostel staff recommended for a good view.
The sky was that perfect mix of colours it goes before the sun graces the sky in full glory.
No words can describe what it was like to see hundreds of balloons floating up into the sky. It was everything I imagined and more.
Hypnotic, soothing, I felt like a child again, filled with awe and wonder and just total bliss and peace.