This is a post of about a memory of mine from a time not so long ago of how a meeting for a coffee turned out to be more of a Julevernian adventure in the skirts of Pirin.
On January 17th 2015, a friend of mine and I met up as we hadn’t seen each other for ages. I remember that in between all the small and big talks, she mentioned that she had been thinking about visiting a balloon festival in a town near-by but she didn’t find anybody to go with. I asked when the fest was. “Today,” she replied.
30 minutes after that we were already on our way from Blagoevgrad to Razlog, where the festival had been taking place. When we arrived we were surprised by the number of participants and from the number of Bulgarians that owned and flied that fairytalish things. Luckily, the weather was perfect for flying and we managed to go up in the air. Moreover, the prices for balloon flying were moderate – starting from 10 EUR for a simple 50-meter ascend to 50 EUR for a 20-minute ride. And seeing all the colorful flying balloons on the backdrop of the snowy peaks of Pirin from a high above the ground was unforgettable and more than worth it.
I don’t remember if there was a 2016 edition and I definitely haven’t heard anything about a Balloon fiesta 2017, but probably because of the severe weather conditions we had in Bulgaria in the winters of 2016 and 2017. Probably a good idea that the organizers should consider is to schedule the festival for a month other than January.