Its not like you'll call ahead for tea and scones. Arrival time, even arrival place is unpredictable at best. But the feel� viewing the earth, leaning on the basket's rim, like a silent movie, floating the sky. A diminutive feeling, hanging from an enormous fabric balloon filled with helium. A Zen-like mood soon kicks in; watch the rolling hills, view snow in the mountains far away... your shadow skimming the hilltops, life down there stops to watch you glide.