Chapter 1880 3... 2... 1... Lift Off!

Chapter 1880 3... 2... 1... Lift Off!

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Yaya blinked severally, not computing the question thrown at her. You dare to ask that: who said anything about traveling by land? If they don't travel by land, how are they to travel? By AIR? That's impossible! The day man flies would be the day pigs fly too. Yaya was about to question them more, when she suddenly saw Mitchen and the others spread out the massive white sheets on the flowers. Following that, she saw several massive flames come on above each basket. Yaya was still blinking in disbelief as the massive white balloons swelled and lifted off the ground before her eyes. "Impossible!" she muttered, choking back her words as the wicker baskets showed signs of movement.

"Lady Yaya, please, right this way," Mitchen called, gesturing for her to join him in one of the 16-person baskets. Yaya felt her heart racing as she peered over the tall woven sides, as she tentatively approached. There were 2 pilots at the center. And around the corners, were stalls with little waist-tall doors to secure them in. When in a sitting position, seated on the baskets floors, one can find seatbelts, as well as blankets, scarfs, and neck pillows too. Crunchy bars and other snack items are also available. The edges of the baskets were made higher than the stall doors. The pilots in the center and the stall doors were separated by a small square path that went around the pilot stalls. "Lady Yaya, please clamp your feets by using these foot belts whenever you stand close to the edge. It's important that you also keep your hands inside the basket at all times during ascension." A pilot advised.

Closer to the edge were 2 little pairs of feet ropes for one to slide their feet in and out of. Once you slide into it, you can then adjust the tightness, adjusting the tightness of the rope holding your front foot, and the one holding your heels in place. Yaya nodded like a sheep, still not able to comprehend what was going on here. "You are only allowed to slide off the foot straps when the pilots announce you can, understood?" "_"

Slowly, majestically, the baskets began to rise, leaving the flower-strewn ground far below. Yaya felt a strange sensation of weightlessness as the earth fell away.

"Look, Lady Yaya!" a woman by herself exclaimed, pointing out over the landscape. "See how small everything becomes?" Wow!

Yaya gasped as the trees, buildings, and winding roads shrank into a patchwork quilt beneath them. The world had never seemed so vast, yet so fragile from up here.

The hot air balloon rose higher and higher, leaving Yaya in more disbelief, especially when seeing everything grow as tiny as her pinky finger. Gripping the basket's edge, Yaya peered out,mesmerized. "So this is what birds see?" Yaya murmured, as a sense of wonder and freedom washed over her. (^0^)

No wonder many poets speak of being Free as a Bird. When you hear and see the world at this point, it makes you think of your problems, feeling they are all nonexistent. All her troubles, all the fear and uncertainty, now felt inconsequential from this lofty vantage point.