Voyager Balloons office.
I assumed I had an idea as to what would take place next. We would be served coffee and hopefully pastries (the presence of pastries was, for me, to be the determining factor into whether the hostel had steered me towards a legitimate or a Mickey Mouse balloon company), asked to sign some releases and be given a safety briefing that most of us would snooze through. I was joyfully right on the one count that mattered. There were pastries, some kind of cheese rolls, Turkish breads...Yasin's Backpackers Cave had done me right. It soon became clear that there was some concern on the part of the staff, but it had nothing to do with releases or safety briefings, neither of which materialized. They were agitated to the point of fixation on the unlikely topic of penmanship. We had been asked to write our names, and this was stressed, neatly on a sign-in sheet. The Spaniards had not complied to the staff's satisfaction and were now being asked to re-write their names. It was suggested that the female half of the duo give it a shot this time. The reason for such consternation was that there were to be certificates handed out at the end of the flight. They did not want to take any chances on having typos on said certificates.