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There is no way I could explain the beauty that even the ugliest God-forlorn city takes on when viewed from 2,000 feet, away from the sounds and smells. The only downside for me was a most uncomfortable burner butt episode. Better to hang half out of the basket, holding on for dear life, than back into that seering flame that makes it a hot air balloon. If I had been able to find a cold air balloon, I probably would have been able to take a seat at dinner instead of standing up at the bar. I did meet a few cuties though but then the gamey word came up again. Maybe I need to see a doctor for more than the propane flame induced hemorroidal pain.