27/366. Balloons cruise towards the wind tunnel at Eloy. We savoured the view from our short bus, used to pick up both the skydiving and non-skydiving passengers.
78/366. To be flying solo in the clouds … nothing really is as comparable and delicious as this magical experience. I crave to get current, both as a pilot and skydiver, to touch the face of God and live.
82/366. Lovely, lovely red smile. A surprise seat-mate on my bus ride from Xela to Chimaltenango. He couldn’t speak a word of English, but his lovely smile and manner spoke volumes!
