With a fly-or-die determination, at the stroke of sunrise me and my friend Hideki started from Tokyo to Asagiri highlands. Weather had ditched us couple of times before and we had to return to Tokyo without a single flight. So this long weekend along with the paragliding gear we were carrying tent, sleeping bags, water and food supply. If weather is bad, we camp at the mountain until it clears but not returning to Tokyo without logging few flying hours.
Hideki is stingier than I am! (insane) so his car doesn't have GPS navi. So in year 2013, in this ultra high-tech country we had embarked on the 160km drive depending fully on our poor map-reading / navigation skills and broken directional instincts. Few wrong turns here and there cost us some extra double digit KM distance and extra triple digit expressway toll. (Get a GPS Navi dude!). However; all thanks to the wrong turns on the expressway, we had almost completed a full circle around Mt. Fuji who sat like a meditating Guru on the backdrop of crystal blue cloudless sky. The weather was beautiful. Was finally today was the day to fly?
As I filled the pilot registration form, the windsock outside the window was fluttering hard in the north-winds. At Asagiri takeoff is possible only in southerly wind! Conditions were not at all flyable; but I didn't care! I wasn't returning to Tokyo without flying; come-what-may! As the wind wasn't good for flying, I set out with my wing to practice some ground handling in strong winds. Kantega (my glider) was euphoric when in the winds. She wanted to drag me right, left, front and back, lift me off the ground.
Behave yourself you drunk girl !!!
Took me some time to be able to tame her and there she was inflated fully, hovering exactly over my head casting a orangish shadow.
"GOOD GIRL !"
I had just started enjoying the strong wing kiting, when suddenly there was a total pressure loss in the Wing.
.."Whats wrong with you baby ?"
I muttered and looked at the windsock. It hung down dead from the pole! WTF?! Naturally my wing had to fall on the ground lifeless. This was hopeless. No wind so no more ground handling? But next moment my eyes widened. There was some wind and YES it was south wind; the flight winds, the angel winds! I couldn't bear the happiness as I hurriedly wrapped the wing. I didn't have lot of time, the shuttle would leave any moment. I ran and made it just in time.
The shuttle drove us to the crawler station at base of the mountain. We loaded the stuff in the last trolly and settled on the saddles. The diesel engine cranked with a think black cloud of smoke and the crawler started climbing the mountain; balancing itself on the 5cm wide single iron bar! This ride is steeper than the climbing leg of a roller coaster. At the saddle one sits facing up the mountain while this crawler climbs up at angle exceeding 45 degrees! Feels like riding a space shuttle to mars! In 15 min it took us 400m high. There was noticeable temperature drop and a blanket of snow everywhere!
I unpacked all the gear and stood on the launching ramp. The view was magnificent. Absolutely cloud-free, seem-less pure blue sky. The snow-clad cone of Mt. Fuji rose massively above the horizon.
"Let's rock and roll"
I spread opened my wing and began with line-check. No tangles, all clear. Buckled the harness , reserve parachute checked, helmet strap secured. "Clear to take off". I stood on the launching ramp, having all pre-flight checks done. Heart beats paced fast ahead of wrist watch's seconds arm. The drop of sweat that rolled down from in between my ear and forehead found its way out swiftly without getting absorbed in my helmet.
"Lucky bastard"
The wing laid on the ground with its leading edge fluttering in the wind. It just waited one right pull to rise up flawlessly. Quickly I ran through the pre-flight check sequence once again, gazed at the windsock through corner of my eye and gave Kantega the pull she desperately waited for.
The take-off was effortless and in no time my legs were off the ramp. A powerful updraft gently lifted me from the ridge. To the non-pilots I have no words to express this feeling but it is absolutely incomparable! Few times it's even better than sex (Just some times^^).
A month back I flew in India in Sahyadri ranges. The mountains were dry, harsh yet very scenic and today I was flying over some extremely beautiful snowy ridges, right in-front of Fuji-san, the tranquil symbolic deity of the country of Japan.
I love paragliding even more. Will keep loving it...
Its a true expression of Freedom.