As the sun begins to rise, you drift gently into the sky, carried by wind and silence. Below, the Masai Mara stretches wide, rivers glint in the dawn, treetops catch your shadow, and the world begins to stir.
Your path is shaped by the breeze. One moment you’re skimming just above the canopies, watching giraffes reach for leaves. The next, you’re high enough to see the full sweep of the savanna, with soft hills, meandering streams and the steady rhythm of life unfolding. In the hush between bursts from the burners, only the natural world speaks: the low call of a lion, the ripple of grazing herds, the sudden leap of a gazelle.
After you land, a champagne breakfast is served in the bush. No rush. Just the lingering feeling that you’ve seen something the day rarely shares.
Hot air balloon flights typically last around one hour, but the memory carries much further.
years