This is my favorite poem about flying:
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, –– and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of –– wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air…
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark or even eagle flew ––
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
–– John Gillespie Magee, Jr., “High Flight.”
Emma and Elizabeth’s paragliding session lasted for about 30 minutes.
What a rush!
The girls chilled for a while by the lake…
…and then took the shuttle van…
…back to the paragliding company’s shop in Pokhara to get the flight pics transferred from the pilots’ GoPros to their own devices.
Then back to Paljorling Camp, where they reviewed their image files over lunch in a Tibetan restaurant.
After the meal, they visited a camp artisan who weaves colorful jewelry, keychains and other trinkets for the tourist trade.
They bought bracelets for themselves and small gifts for friends and coworkers back home.
Here is an interesting decoration over a doorway in the camp.
Hello, picturesque camp sheep!