My first Hot Air Balloon ride was back in 1997 it seems enjoy a lengthy time ago now but I remember it like yesterday. Getting up at a staggering 4.00 am in the morning and driving to the Balloon Club. I had been given a Day out experience of a lifetime for a birthday present.

As a choice for an intense sport it seemed the safest option as I had a choice of a parachute jump which I had done previously and can I highly recommend not to do again ever. The other fabulous decision was a diving undertake and as I?m already a Divemaster I chose to do the Hot Air Balloon ride.
I drove up to the balloon centre and was welcomed and given the undertake which includes the safety speak introduced to the day?s hot air balloon pilot and prospected course and a brief record of the sport of Hot Air Ballooning.

Watching in the early hours of the morning the giant red envelope inflating trying to comfort my last moment nerves. Ultimately the envelope was full enough to tilt the basket to the horizontal position. The pilot was wonderful at soothing me and fiancée. At around 07:30 in the morning watching the sun rise and the balloon was prepared. We scrambled aboard into the basket.

Watching the ropes release and sense the initial lift made me shudder but then you feel odd as the ground lightly slips away below you. The pilot gives several blasts of the burner to give extra lift and we rise more than the countryside.

Watching the landscape and the peace and quiet as we drift across England on a sunny day. This is one of the most acceptable extreme sports specifically when you can the early morning rush hour of backed up traffic. Watching life journey by gradually and sense the wind and a fair bit of cold at altitude was one of the most amusement days out I have ever had.

Ultimately as they say what goes up must come down and the pilot pointed out into the distance to a enormous area and merely said landing more than there roughly. The pilot had not used the burner for a while so we had begun to descend. This is continually going to be the tricky bit at what speed and our you going to get hurt when landing.

You start to feel a little bit anxious as you see the ground becoming a small bit closer but the utilize of the burner slows you down and I was confident in our pilots power. We lightly came down to the last 100 feet and you feel yourself counting as we get lower to the field and then as you touch drag along the floor you know the words the eagle has landed pass into your head.

We gladly helped out in tidying up the gear as the call came through to where we had landed. We phoned through to discover whereas we are to acquire picked up. Overall it was a remarkable undertake and now I have become a bit of a balloon enthusiast.

Becoming a hot air balloon pilot is out of my variety at the minute but its something that I have started to look into. I have found that this is only way to fly gentle control and peaceful flying drifting more than the countryside.