Few days ago I came back from yet another fabulous week of paragliding in Algodonales with FlySpain.
It felt a bit like visiting the family. It's a small place and there is nothing except for pilots and flying sites and in the evenings the conversations are pretty much all about paragliding. You are in Andalusia, in a sense, wines are fantastic, food is fresh and cheap, but it's a sub-culture made by people with common interest and adventurous nature. It really feels like extended family, even if you have just met.
Day 1, we go straight up to the mountain above the village. After 5 months of not flying I am understandably nervous which translates into 2 genuine encounters with the local flora, namely the nearby bushes. All bruised up, but stubborn as I can be, I finally launch and OMG! Pure joy. That's why I was there, for that cocktail of fear-excitment-rush-stress-pureawesomeness. Nothing beats flying. Seriously.
Ok, ok, let's re-phrase that, so that I don't underrate running, snowboarding or surfing which I also enjoy. Nothing beats flying for giving you that feeling of freedom and being alone with nature. You are in the sky, beating gravity and there is nothing but air around you. How more free and alone can you be?
It was not the great flight I have had, but it made me feel as if I was brand new again. Extremely liberating feeling, notwithstanding the dodgy landing, which luckily no one saw.
|Paragliding at Ronda la Vieja|
|Landing at Ronda la Vieja after amazing flight|
Day 5 and 6 were a bit unlucky, with only 1 flight and not that great, but all in all I was satisfied and looking forward to go back for more. I love FlySpain and I think it will be hard to beat the experience with them.
I just spoke with some clubs in the Alps about going there in July, hopefully that works.
This is a happy face, of a qualified CP pilot, yeah:)