This image reminds me of huddling in a basket with a bunch of strangers/new friends and a fear-of-heights partner. The early morning quiet broken by the blasts of flames.
Chest tight, palms a little moist (wishing I had a strap on my camera) and feeling the heat as our balloon started to tug on the basket.
The adrenaline-rush of rising 1500 feet in the air is un-like any I've experienced. It's a thrill of silence - interrupted by those blasts of heat. Not to mention an opportunity to view the earth from a new perspective.
My experience took place in Cappadocia, amazing in its odd lunar-like landscape, but I would jump at the chance (well maybe not "jump") to take another hot-air balloon ride.
And I'd get a strap for my camera.