I've been recovering from my hiking in Pokhara with trail pals Steven and Tracy via shopping, eating, and doing morning yoga on the roof (taught by budding yoga master Steven). I'm hoping to get to the beach before I gain all the pounds I lost while trekking!
Today the mountains finally emerged from the smog-fog that has rested on the valley, so it was the time for a local specialty: paragliding!
My pilot was Peter from the Czech republic. He has been a professional for 12 years and yes this harness is safe and not too old and rated for my weight, and yes the wind is perfect for flying today! I think the other pilots breathed sighs of relief that their charges had never seen a harness!
After a beautiful flight of chasing vultures to thermals and seeing terraced fields, wetland, fish farms, and mountains from the air, we did a few acrobatics (!) and landed effortlessly. I then walked over to a drink hut and sat on the vendor's Styrofoam cooler, which promptly imploded. My amused pilot walked over and complimented my soft landing. :/
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