Pokhara, Nepal (It’s almost New Year’s!)

Okay, okay. So I had my adventure thrill too. Not the adrenaline kind, but the peaceful, “I’m a bird, I’m dreaming” kind. Floating off a cliff (also known as paragliding) and ascending into the air for a thirty minute flight into suspended time. My tandem pilot guided us ever higher and higher until it feels like looking out an airplane window. But the cool crisp air reminds me I am simply floating. Floating. Through the late morning sun, I have alternating views of the lake below and the snow capped Himalayas above.

Well there was some adrenaline. I spent it all on the crazy jeep ride to the top. I was thankful one of the pilots had given me a motion sickness pill, as we slid and swayed up a narrow, loose rocky road to the top of the cliff. I was securely tucked in the trucks cab, but watched in awe at the white knuckled passengers in the truck’s bed and those standing on the tailgate. Traffic Jam! Who’s going to give in?

And then suiting up and “running” off the cliff? All quite calm and surreal.