Nepal (1) — fly ground

After India's strong sensory stimulation, came to Nepal, found here from the vision, taste, smell, hearing, light a little warm sunshine, Kathmandu and Nepal surrounding and friendly people are giving me a kind of lazy relax feeling.

Until I stand in Sarangkot, watching the distant green luxuriant mountains and valleys, pure blue edge that a watercolour-like creepy white and sparkling snow, at this very moment, noon is shining bright sun has never let me tired lazy.

— — Only because there is wind.

"If this time, the window with the wind, I have reasons to fly.

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I'm behind, paragliding hands Sebastien is a flat slope of the mountain, unfurled huge orange paragliding, careful assessment, grooming good rope line, and then as I wear equipment — a baby cradle-like seat, simply told me that several points, such as body posture in the air, screw up or down the leg angle of swing, finally took his seat and my buckle together, all settled in place, said to me: Let's get started, please forward.

Forward? this is a 1590 m high Hill, intellectually, I know it is by running your acceleration, but a bit mental, or commit failed.

Fortunately, the fear to rush out, just at that moment Flash, fast even open your mouth has not had a chance to voice cried aloud, and was never replaced by fresh and exciting.

I feel like a "hacker Empire" classic lens, a step in the action, and then pause hold the air of grace, let the wind blowing in the wind to support us.

The beginning of the back, see Orange paragliding already in the air filling into a beautiful arc, white rope-line light arises with the two of us, like the quiet blue sea as a free jellyfish, start the rotation and lightness.

I started to push with Sebastian, fly higher.

He told me to wait patiently for the best wind direction. Sure enough, a little later, he took me to start circling-rise. We floated across the sparkling ha'afeva Lake terrace over the lush countryside, past the tree Green Mountain Ridge, distant snow-capped mountain as if she is coming, within reach. Bright sun, they appear to be crystal clear, with a crystal-like, the Earth in green and blue of the Lake against the, it still is very beautiful, but less copy real hardships, daunting and difficult to conquer, much kind of intimacy.

There are two top color colorful paraglider from the snow before drifting away, red and yellow umbrella surface in the White mountains before bloom, free tip of the vast land-gallop.

That moment I had the inexplicable that Goethe in "Faust", said one:

People every day to fight for freedom and living conquers freedom and life.

Heart envy, I hurried Sebastian also want to go there.

He told me, it's just I see their point of view, because the snow was too high too large, seemingly so close, but still far away. Because the relationship between weight, only their own solo, experience and suitable wind, will it be possible to climb over the mountains here, to get snow.

So I had to "peeps" nostalgia.

Sebastian takes me away from fees go to Siwa, on the other side of the landscape.

There are lush woods and green valleys of the terrace, the farmhouse, and children playing in the yard. See us over, the children are competing to running, inverted up smiling, waving his hands, jumping to greet us, crisp of cheering. Sun small face red, sincere simplicity, brilliant.

Here, fly low, feel almost foot touch the tops, just light that can sway of the branches to a "nationalist government"-style tengnuo over and fly aloft at the youth pre-employment training Eagle from the feet, feel second rib wind, emotional disputes, heroic livings.

Finally, you can "and Eagles in the Himalayan Valley between.

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It is a sentence on this LP makes me very deeply, so I came to bokhara after the first thing is to join the gliding Sunrise.

That is 1 January 2007, I gave myself an unforgettable new year's gift. Many days later, when I went back to Kathmandu, Inn roof lounge in the Sun, he saw a bird flew through the air, in total disregard of the Inn little boy "Sparrow and the Crow", stubborn thinks it must be the Eagle because I have been to fly with them.

Decline, suddenly thought of the movie "Bridget diary 2" poor George w. in pigsty of "targeted", good landing in our Sebastian firmly in the paragliding landing at Lake area of farmland, let me to gloat about George w. regrets.

Photographs: solo for paragliding (since the interception from aerial photographs with lens, composition and sharpness slightly lacking)

(Fig: solo for paragliding (since the interception from aerial photographs with lens, composition and sharpness slightly lacking))