I didn’t do a post last night. It was a decision that I made partly because the wifi was a bit flakey, and the mobile signal was very poor for data.
We went on a Balloon ride, it was a Virgin balloon ride. Now normally I try not to talk about companies but I am more than happy to make an exception in this case.
I phoned Virgin a couple of months ago. I had been looking on the website and there wasn’t a flight arranged for the date I wanted and I thought I would phone to see if anything could be done. The girl I was speaking too put me on hold. Turns out she was phoning the pilot to see if he would do a flight, to which he agreed. When she came back to me and told me what she had done I’m afraid I became a bit emotional, she really didn’t need to do that.
The flight was perfect, the pilot superb, the weather ideal. The landing was perfect, so gentle that we didn’t even have to sit down there was a barely perceptible bump. It really could not have gone better. Now, this was the third flight that we have been on, we phone up, we book, flight goes ahead – we pretty much give it no more thought.
You can imagine then our shock when speaking to the other passengers to find that one couple had waited for eight years, another six years. Now, I could understand two or three years because of Covid, but eight years? Wow, like Wow.
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