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Leicester, United Kingdom
November 23, 2005
After about 2 hours or so, the expected regular daily wind finally came. At this moment, I could see that we had made a good choice. The flirting boy changed into a strict professional and all the other guides immediately formed into a perfectly collaborating team, checking on the wind (its strength, direction, and frequency) and if all ropes were ready and the Para-gliders set up correctly. I was amazed. It all went so quickly that I did not even have time to be scared. I was the first one to go! Run, Run, Run… flying.
It was absolutely amazing when we first left the ground and started sliding in the air over the mountain cliffs. But as we slid left and right, up and down, my stomach refused to accept that. My guide kept asking me if I was fine, so when it become really bad, I suggested: “And what about if I want to vomit?” Obviously I was not the first one to come with such an idea, as he gave me a plastic bag in less than a second. Fortunately, he also stopped the sliding and let me take off the helmet. Fresh air made me feel fine again. It was a wonderful feeling just to hang in the sky without moving.
After that we tried the Titanic effect, not singing, as you might think, but spreading arms like Kate Winslet did at the bow of the ship and really flying--total freedom. Unfortunately, staying in the air long involves sliding here and there, so the way we choose took us down to the ground quite fast. It was really lovely to see the sea under us with its bay and island, little antic amphitheatre, and little people in the little city of Kas. This was an unforgettable experience, and one that fulfilled a dream. Now I only need to get married to my boyfriend and see the white rhino in nature, both quite likely to happen, but not necessarily soon, or at the same time.
From journal Found it all in Kas
Spending a few days in Kas, diving, relaxing on the beach, sightseeing in the evening, and having good meals and drinks, there was still something missing (apart from sex).
I could observe many parachutes flying in the air, high in the blue skies. I kept looking at them, so tempted to do it as well. I had always wanted to but have never had enough money. This time my situation was different, so what was stopping me, apart from my very scared mum? Nothing. Now or never, the timescale of the trip only allowed me the next day in the morning to do the jump and leave Kas.
The same evening I went around the city and discussed price and times with different companies offering the tandem paragliding. It was pretty much the same everywhere, so I just chose the friendliest and most reliable-looking ones. My choice fell to Bouganville. My sister decided to go for it as well, so the next day at 9am we were ready, waiting in front of the centre in Cukurbagli Cad, number 10.
Soon after that, some big-muscled guys appeared, introduced themselves, asked for our shoe size, and disappeared and appeared again with no shoes. Ours were considered good enough, or they simply did not have our size. This did not elevate the trust at all. And with these guys we were going to jump. Ooooooh, my GOD!
Anyway, we moved into the big van, picked up a few parachutes and parachutists in the village, and started driving up the hills on the curvy roads. We were listening to gorgeous Turkish music, and our guide was pretending to dance to it while attempting to chat up my sister with his poor knowledge of English. Hmmm, this did not look very reliable either. My stomach, without breakfast, started waving from the curvy road.
Once on the top of the hill, the view was perfect. It was a lovely sunny morning, no clouds, no wind just peace all around us and calm sea under us. This atmosphere was spoiled with training instructions, what will we do: run, sit, and stand, all fairly easy. Then we were asked to get dressed into the black overalls with a well-padded seat. This was quite funny, but just for a little while, until we started to be boiled alive in the almost midday sun. Lovely, peaceful weather with no wind is not the best for flying, so we had to wait and wait and become warmer and warmer...
To be continued in Part 2