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Flying thoughts
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Flying is not an experience of weightlessness. In fact, I never
experienced any sense of weightlessness during the whole time.
I felt the connection with what keep me up in the air -- the wind.
I enjoyed the feeling of a hundred something meters of emptiness
between my feet and the clear blue waves. The view was also spectacular.
The deep blue ocean stretched to the end of the sky and merged.
Locals, looking very tiny, were harvesting some kind of plants
on the cliff. A large whitewashed temple was standing alongside
with its weathered pagoda in a remote edge of the long cliff. |
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What goes up must come down. For a beginner, what is better than
a long stretch of soft white sand as a landing site. |
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Paragliding is not always a lonely sport. Sharing the sky is part
of the fun. |
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