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There was no blinding flash of light. There was no sudden gust of wind that stole our breath away. It came ever so gently. One moment, we were on the ground, brimming with expectation. The next moment, we were aloft, and watching the people on the ground scampering about, getting smaller and smaller as the hot air balloon took us higher and higher in the sky. We were not flying; we were riding the wind.


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Riding the wind

By Julie Cabatit-Alegre | February 25, 2007 - 12:00am

There was no blinding flash of light. There was no sudden gust of wind that stole our breath away. It came ever so gently. One moment, we were on the ground, brimming with expectation. The next moment, we...

Travel and Tourism