“ the first flights were great fun, i could not get enough of being in the air” she said longed for longer higher flights. “Being airborne for a few minutes during the EP course made me desperately want to stay longer in the air. I want to be an accomplished pilot and enjoy the sport of paragliding to its fullest”
I flew about freely, ensconced in comforting friendly air all around me, singing to myself, watching people takeoff below me and work their way up. Soon the restitution kicked in and it was lifting all over. I spotted a long billed vulture and was thrilled with the sighting. It flew over my glider and I followed it happily for a while singing loudly wondering if it could hear me
Saturday we can call the official opening of the flying at Tower Hill for the season. Flyable from 8.30 in the morning up to sunset. Tower dished out her usual magic and through the day there were varying conditions to suit any pilot choice. Pilots flew all day long, top landing for refreshments or a break and taking to the air once more. Me thinks the Swedes did the trick and brought good weather with them. A truly glorious flying day it was that left me humming the words ‘ what a feeling’ .
Although it played havoc for pg pilots as well as farmers who were about to harvest the rice paddy all of us who witnessed it will have to agree that it was breathtakingly beautiful and a treat for the senses
Friday morning we were out at the crack of dawn and on the road to Tower Hill. An excited bunch of paragliding pilots all looking forward to the unexpected bonus of flying a week or two earlier than anticipated. The flying site was all prettied up after the rains – clothed in yellow wild flowers and a coat of green. There was no one else at the flying site but us and a swarm of dragonflies