The Magic of Ballooning

Caret-man came to visit and convinced me that a skyload of balloons was something to see. He thought there was a chance of us flying a bit ourselves but Ken pointed out that balloon-heads get uptight at Cesnas. Good call! Still - we had a rent-a-car. And there was nothing in the contract about staying on the road. Four dollars. So we went to Solberg - down near where Larry lives - and everything was very tranquil. When they let those puppies fly it was clear that we had scored. Yes, that is a bloody big shoe. Four dollars.

Also featured were various performing aerobats and the Skydiving Elvises, pictured there on the left. At one stage the whole affair threatened to turn into a big ad for Corel but then came the hotdog. By then even my huge container of Newman's Virgin Lemonade was becoming psychoactive. Four dollars.

What did we learn from this? That you can get away with almost anything at Solberg as long as you avoid Horses and Policeman. That balloons are not all just hot air - barf. And that the excess on the rent-a-car's insurance was - yes - four dollars.