Cappadocia balloons

[Note for pedants like me: Apologies for the incorrect spelling of Turkish names. I haven't been able to work out how to do some Turkish characters on this site - the umlaut, dotless i and the hoodacky on the g in Egirdir that makes it silent.]

Life in Cappadocia is not just about rock formations - there are also balloons.  Every morning I could look out my window and see balloons rising up into the air:

The noise of the gas burners sounded like breathing as they went overhead:

By about 7.30 there would be balloons in every direction - I counted 50 one day and this is the quiet season:

I managed to stay on the ground as the price for a balloon flight is very high, and the NZ balloon tragedy is still a bit too fresh in my mind.  But they are a beautiful sight.