I am afraid of roller coasters, Ferris wheels and small airplanes. I don't like walking over wooden bridges and I have a difficult time using my step ladder. I was dreading the four flights we had to take while we were in Myanmar because I knew the planes would be small prop planes.
I was most terrified of our scheduled hot air balloon ride in Bagan. Although I knew it would be an incredible experience, part of me wished they would lose my reservation so I could watch Susie take off and then go somewhere for coffee and croissants.
Like almost every day of our vacation we got up before dawn. We took a beautiful restored old bus to the balloon ascension site (I think that's what it is called), drank some coffee and got a safety lecture. I had been to a hot air balloon festival before but this was the first time I was actually going to be a passenger. It was not easy getting into the basket and I didn't love our take-off.
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This is what I saw at the beginning of the balloon ride.
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After only a couple of minutes I was feeling comfortable enough to actually stand up (it helped that I was right next to the pilot).
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This is what I saw when I stood up.
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What a great experience. It was so quiet and the ride was so smooth that I stopped being scared almost immediately. Seeing all those temples from above was magical. And we got champagne at the end.
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Cleaning up
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