What a great day. Oludeniz (spelling?) in Turkey, 25 degrees.
A small turkish fella called Onur mounted me, strapped in and threw me off the side of a 1960m cliff.
Paragliding is fun. We soared into the sky, not a cloud to be seen and I got a memory that’ll last a lifetime. What a view. After the adrenalin of take off came the calm of the flight. We soared like an eagle baby! Soon the 1960m take off spot was like a model village below. My fingers and face were freezing but I had the widest smile on my big stupid face.
I was settling in for a chillaxing flight when Onur said:
“you want do tricks?”
“ok, we do tricks”
“no! …. OK small tricks”
– tricks occured –
“yeah! – but seriously NO MORE TRICKS!”
Onur let me take the controls, whilst he grabbed the pics you can see. He took my helmet off, which worried me at first. Then I realised no amount of headgear would help if he messed up.
The descent took 40 mins – and a perfect landing was sweet relief.
To seal the memory my on trip music buddie had arranged for me to hear “times like these” by the Foo Fighters moments after landing. Perfick. A moment was stored!