Five in the morning and we walk from the Winter Palace
to the Quay where the dimly lit felucca awaits us.
As we set off across the Nile the lights of Luxor sparkle on the water.
At the other side, still in darkness we set off for the balloon port.
The sun rising, a great red ball, beginnings of pink sky.
Our balloon is waiting and we climb inside its basket,
the pilot blows the flames and we soar into the sky
up, up and away in our beautiful balloon we fly
in silence until we need the raging flame to take us higher.
We are glad of our hats to shield us from the heat.
The Temple of Ramses below in all its ruined splendour
Colossi of Memnon not so colossal from altitude
as yesterday close to. An ancient village,
lush green fields of sugar cane and rice.
Two thousand feet up and silently we begin our descent.
Coming in low over green fields and irrigation ditches
We see the landing strip ahead.
But we’re going to miss it.
More fire to take us higher.
See that electric wire? Higher, higher!
Figures running from the airstrip to grab our rope and pull us clear.
Heave ho, heave ho!
BUMP on a bed of rice!!!
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