There was a reason why I wanted to go to this event. Something akin to finding answers to things that have been brewing in my mind for the past days. You would know that no matter how far it took, I had to go. Just had to.But save the profoundities for later and just enjoy The 14th Hot Air Balloon Festival. We drive up north.
Winding roads, hot breeze and even Harley Davidson riders we passed by on the roadside – we really thought we were in Reno.
Somewhere along the way, the two flags on my kitchen jacket are following me…
Tantanaaaan…. Welcome to the fete!
Held at the Clark Field in Pampanga, this event is participated by hot air balloon fliers from all over the world. More of a peace vis-a-vis commercial event, but nevertheless an event for anything that flies.
But have you ever wondered why balloons fly? And kites? And birds? And angels?
There must be something in this theory of flight that could speak to us with more loudness than any form of preaching…
Whatever it is you want to launch, hold on, focus, and, and believe in yourself…
It may not be easy at first...
- lots of pitfalls…
and sad attempts...
- sometimes it gets ruined and you need help, and someone does help you…
- then you face them head- on and let go.
- until at last it is up there.
- flying into the air without restraint, where the winds take you…
- with only one belief that The Force is actually taking charge of your lifeThat you soar with… a free, reckless passion.
So like the kites, and birds and angels, take yourself lightly…
Fly that Japanese kite, Foodhuntress.
And you will fly too afterwards. That is a promise of The Force.
(Is this a metaphor to something…? ) 
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Reward yourself afterwards. With lotsa hotdogs and sausages… and resign to a French afternoon.
To be continued -
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