Hot air ballooning in Cappadocia
Cappadocia is an amazing place. I've heard it described as a lunar or Martian landscape and, I agree, it's not too far from that. But, for us, we both felt as if we had stepped into a fantasy novel --- perhaps Frank Herbert's Dune or the Aiel Waste in Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time series --- because it didn't feel possible. The rocks grew in strange shapes, caverns undulated and rippled, and houses and churches peeked out in arches and entryways in the yellow rocks.
There's no better way to see this landscape than on a hot air balloon. We floated into the air, gently and smoothly, rising higher and higher as the sun rose over Cappadocia. Within twenty minutes, there were eighty or more hot air balloons swimming through the air, rising and dipping across the blue skies and into the rocky crevices of the earth. The ten of us on the balloon spoke softly in whispers, as if afraid to disturb the peace of the morning (though the honeymooning couple next to me carried on a furious argument in low whispers for the first half of the flight which cannot bode well for their marriage because all fears, worries, and anger disappeared for me as soon as we got into the air.)
We wanted to stay, forever, in that way, floating above beauty.