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- A report about our spinster-trip -
You stand at the balcony and look down to the little river Aisch,
that flows from the left under the narrow band of the highway, where
leisurely the small cars and trucks are rolling on to the flashing
high-rises of Erlangen in the distance, through the meadows to your
little home town.
Under you two blue stamps - the wave-free-bath and beside it the
green little spots of the new soccer grounds of the sports club.
Your balcony lacks the obligatory geranium-boxes, it hovers in one-thousand
meters of height and the peaceful silence only becomes broken by
the hissing of the propane-burners over your head
 
It is my first "trip", whoever says "flight"
pays a round, with Mongolfiers heirs and I had completely wrong
ideas, what expected me.
Although it was pleasantly warm I first put on warmly at home:
T-shirt, Sweatshirt and the winter-jacket from the closet gotten,
gloves and the wool-cap just in case. I thought of the weather report
"on the mountains still snow"and wanted to be accordingly
prepared. "Nonsense" said Axel, the pilot of Skyventure
"it´s like at home on the balcony - you can drive without
worrying like me in the T-shirt." Spontaneously I began to
trust the nice young man and revealed the much bigger worry - my
height-fear. "That´s no problem, I even have height-fear
too, but however in the balloon-basket it doesn't appear amazingly.
This I couldn't simply believe in the moment, but as we lifted off
and the mighty hot-air balloon hovered over my home town the last
doubts left me, and I began to enjoy this unique experience in its
whole beauty.
The evening-sun dipped the villages into romantic light and was
mirrored in the carp-ponds. Children in the villages and agricultural
workers on their fields came together and waved joyfully upward.
In the distance raised the silhouette of palace Weißenstein
and Axel steered his balloon exactly over the imposing construction,
sank it neat almost touched the treetops in the park and climbed
again softly upward.
Beside the fantastic outlook of that you can´t get enough
anytime is the silent hovering in absolute silence a feeling that
settles permanently in the nature and makes the trip cross the rural
district to an actually priceless event, that you will remind with
joy for lifetime.
Over the little place Weiher sank the sun slowly to the horizon
and for us it also became time to look out for a suitable landing
field. The meadow composed first into the eye turned out to be a
still green grain-field and so Axel pulled the balloon easily upward
again and landed finally softly and point-exactly on the adjoining
track. The accompaniment-team already was on the spot with minibus
and supporter and in ten minutes the gigantic balloon-cover was
stowed into the supporter alltogether with the basket, burner and
three empty gas cylinders.
What followed now is custom: the flight-novice is taken into the
guild of the balloon-drivers by the ritual baptism. Henceforth he
belongs to the always bigger growing community of those people,
who with the gaze over the horizon widened durably same and will
carry in their hearts an unforgettable experience for any time.
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