At five in the morning, even at this height there is no sunlight , it is still night below.
Dier el Madina to the left hidden in the loom of night. The horrible car park at Hatshepsut, a tar MacAdam scar, a monument in itself to the tourisme, intruding to our right.
The scarp is visible enough even now and looks a fair hike. There are a few lights and some road traffic, mostly however it is very quiet , the wind a whisper in the shrouds of the balloon.
The Balloon speaks, a mind numbing roar of heat, light and exploding gas, Hamada rotates the Balloon ever so slowly so we all can see.