A balloon flight is not a machine you buy a ticket for. It is a small group of people getting up at two in the morning, reading the wind, and deciding whether today is a day to fly. These are those people.
Every pilot below holds a commercial balloon licence issued by the Egyptian Civil Aviation Authority, with hours recorded over this exact stretch of the Nile valley. That local experience matters more than the total: Luxor has its own morning behaviour — how the breeze turns as the sun hits the western cliffs, where the safe landing fields are, and which farmer’s cane you must not put a basket into.
