April 2000

Flying
by
George
Denniston
in
Africa
be a little nerve-rack-ing at times. For the
most
part,
the weather is
good
with pre-
dictable seasonal winds. Generally
there
is
lots
of space to land.
Takeoff for us was at a private game
reserve
called
Mabula
Lodge,
situated
abo ut
t hree
h o urs
d riv e
n ort h
of
Johannesburg,
South
Africa.
This
par-
ticular terrain
is not too balloon-friendly.
Landing sites are few and far between. If
you miscalculate and miss an open area, it
is
highly likely
that
the balloon
will
end
up gift-wrapping
a large thorn
tree. This
makes
the repair station very
happy,
but
the
owner
of
the
balloon
tends
to
get
upset.
We
launched
from
an
open
area
near the airstrip and drifted in a southerly
direction. I planned
on landing at a place
called
“thatch
grass
plain.” This was the
last open area before crossing the bound-
ary
fence of the reserve.
During the flight we saw a 3-day-old
rhino calf with
its
mother, and were able
to
report
its
exact location
to the rangers
using
a
GPS.
When
we
fly
in
game re-
serves, it is important to work closely with
the park management. The balloon is use-
ful for observing herd movement and
lo-
cating scarce or injured animals. The pas-
sengers
were also
pleased
to
see
a
large
herd
of buffalo
and
a herd
of the largest
antelope—the
eland.
All
this
while
sip-
ping
champagne!
The animals
are acclimatized
to the
sound of the balloon and generally do not
pay
much
attention
to
us
drifting
over-
head. However landing nearbuffalo could
be hazardous
to
one’s
health.
A cantan-
kerous
old
bull
is not
to
be taken lightly
ing
we usually get
the ground
crew to
go
up and
check out
the landing
site for any
obstacles, or other concerns. Towards the
end of the flight my
crew called
and
said
that it all looked clear at thatch grass plain.
We
prepared
for
landing.
Thatch
grass
implies
that
the
grass
is
very
thick
and
long,
suitable
for
thatch
grass
roofing.
The grass was as tall as the burner. Natu-
rally all source of flame was extinguished
before
we
landed.
I
released
the
crown
line, and
one of
the
crew set
off into the
long grass to pull theballoon down.Within
2 seconds he was back, looking pale and
frightened. He had walked into a sleeping
white rhino. The rhino had woken up and
stomped off in the opposite direction. We
did not know how far the beast hadgone.
Fortunately it was a non-aggressive white
rhino. We figured that if we made enough
noise it would keep on moving away. This
proved
to
be
the
case,
and
we
got
the
balloon packed away without further ado.
The
poor
crewmember
was
really
quite
shaken. Last we heard he was looking for
a job
somewhere in the open
desert!
Ballooning
is at its best in
Africa in
the
Serengeti
National
Park
in
Tanzania
(East
Africa). There are miles
and
miles
ofwide open plains, no powerlines, phone
lines
or
difficult
landowners.
The
only
thing
we had to
do was land
on a road or
existing
track.
When
you
are
flying
a
Cameron A315 and coming in for a land-
ing
at
25
knots,
it
is
really
nice
to
have
space to drag
up to
the road.
The
passengers
are
loaded
into
the
basket
prior
to
inflation,
lying
on
their
backs.
As
the
basket
comes
up
they
are
in
a
seated
position
facing
back-
wards. The baskets have a hard foam seat
cushion in each
compartment. With high
speed
landings
it
makes
sense
to
face
backwards. The landing position is to turn
around and sit down. If you face forwards
there
is
a
good
chance
of being
thrown
forward
and
out
on
initial
landing.
The
pilot
is
required
to
wear
a
restraint
har-
ness. We would generally take off in a dry
river course with
each balloon
tied off to
a 2-ton truck. With
ten crew per balloon,
the
task
of
laying
out
and
cold
inflating
was really
quick. The pilot is free to col-
lect
guests,
arrive at
the
launch
site to
a
cold-inflated
balloon,
brief
the
passen-
gers, inflate and fly.
Onemorning wearrived at the launch
site to find
all the crew inside the trucks.
The balloons
were
cold
inflated
already
with
the
fans
running
at a
slower speed.
When
asked
why
they
were
all
in
the
vehicles, there was a show of hands point-
ing to the crown—and there was a lioness
playing with
the crown
line.
It
would be
really
stupid
to
walk
up
and
ask
the
big
kitty to let go, and go away. We drove the
Lan drover
aro und,
flashed
th e
lights,
hooted, and
made a lot of noise. Nothing
doing—this cat
was
playing and nothing
was going to disturb her. All we could do
was
play
the
waiting
game.
Eventually
she
tired
of the game,
and
loped
off into
the plains
grass.
During
one
flight
we
were
flying
around 30 feet toward a herd of some 250
buffalo.
They
saw
us
approaching
and
started
to
move
away
from
us. The bal-
loon
was moving at a speed of around
20
knots,
so
we
overtook
them
fairly
soon.
April 2000

we passed over the
herd, it seemed as
though they had all eaten baked beans.
Thesmellthatgreetedus inthebasketwas
quite
something.
Quickly
we
climbed
higher,
but the odor hung around for a
while. One passenger asked if it was the
smell that made us rise so fast!
Another time after we hadlanded, we
were surrounded by a troop of very in-
quisitivebaboons. They were in fact a bit
ofa menace and were gettinginthewayof
the crew trying to pack up. Atone stage a
large
male
grabbed
the
already
coiled
crownrope and started to walk off withit.
I went to try and shoo him away and was
met with a really threatening glare—not
tobe messed with. He tooeventuallytired
of the game andallowed usto retrieve the
now unwound crown line.
Breakfast could be amusing, and at
timesanadrenaline-filledexperience. We
were sittingat table next to the Seronera
River. One of the crew came to warn me
that there was a herd of elephants down-
stream.
We
kept our
ears open
for the
sound of branches breaking and for the
lowgrumblingsoundthatelephantsmake,
as well as the
odd
trumpet call.
They
sounded quite far away. Suddenly a cow
elephant appeared through the bush, di-
rectlyinfront ofus. She had made a circle
around
us and
sneaked up,
as only an
elephant can.
Well,
we
all got
up and
moved slowlybackwards to the vehicles.
Once we were all safely in the vehicles,
she moved inanddevoured the freshfruit
onthe table. Thenshe ambled off torejoin
the rest of the herd. All was well and the
passengershadtheir fairshare of elephant
photos.
The most important thing about fly-
inginAfrica is thatpilotswho have flown
there
have
a great respect for
the wild
animals and the bush in which they live.


Author with
the
Cameron
A-315 basket. Note seats
for passengers.
Inset:
Baboon
helping
with
crown
line.
Lower left:
Animals
running
with the balloon.
Lower right:
Breakfast
on the Serengeti plain.
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