Tag Archives: flying
Jody and I just spent 8 days in the Atlas mountains of Morocco to get some images of the new Niviuk Artik 3 with Toby Colombe, owner of Passion Paragliding, who kindly offered to give us a hand with finding great locations as well as flying her tandem when needed. Jody can shoot while flying solo, but of course the percentage of shots goes way down when you have to worry about crashing into the side of a mountain or getting a big collapse with your hands off the brakes. Continue reading →
This months (Feb, 2012) Outside Magazine features photo taken by Jody MacDonald of a flight we tried to get for over a month last year in the Azores. One mistake out here and you end up in the cold Atlantic. Luckily, it works out. Continue reading →
National Geographic Adventure Magazine features a paragliding photo taken by Jody MacDonald of our Dune Discovery last year off the coast of Mozambique. Epic find and a very special way to remember such an amazing few days of flying. Continue reading →
I feel like I’ve been chewing on cotton. My lips are cracked and my hips are sore and I look again to the east, hoping again for the grayness of dawn to arrive. We have no food and our only jug of water has been contaminated with ocean and sand. I am huddled down with 7 other people in a bed made of two nylon paragliders. The fabric becomes an alarm clock every time we are blasted by wind or when one of us struggles to find a new spot on their body to relieve from the hard sand. If I had a watch I’d check it for the thousandth time. The blanket of night refuses to lift. I try not to think about water and cuss silently to myself for orchestrating this mess. My body begs for sleep but my mind stammers off again, reconstructing how ended up here. Continue reading →
At the crack of dawn after a very rough night sail from Tofo 140 miles up the Mozambique coast to Bazaruto Tim wakes me up urgently. The problem is Humpbacks. The wind is blowing over 30 knots, the seas are an ugly black mess. And whales are literally everywhere. We’re ripping along well over 10 knots. If we hit one of these giants the giant wins. Our thin fiberglass hull is no match for 40 tonnes of dense flesh and blubber. We’d be destroyed, all would be lost. He and I stand at the helm in awe- everywhere we look massive black torpedos are defying gravity and breaching completely out of the water. I count over 50 individuals in 2 hours. Twice we have to shut off the autopilot and wrench the helm hard over to barely miss a jumping whale right in front of us. It was terrifying and yet of course awesome.
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I’ve never been into drugs. But I imagine “coming down” would feel a lot like I do right now. A bit dizzy, a bit confused, a lot tired. The last 15 days played out like an eternity and somehow also disappeared in a flash. When I look back it all seemed to start ages ago because there’s no way you can fit into each day all the things that happened, but it also seems like the clients just stepped on the boat. My body and those of our guests show signs of genuine abuse. I’ve got a serious limp after smacking my calf into a Kiteboard while rescuing a sinking mask; the guests thankfully are unhurt, but they may want to have a skin exam in the near future. The sun has crisped their skin like burnt bacon. Continue reading →