There are times when you overlook a country's lack of safety regulations because something is really, really cheap. One example is almost every bus ride we've taken since we left Argentina. Another example is eating street food in India. In Nepal, that thing is paragliding.
Pokhara is known as one of the best paragliding spots in the world (at least, according to the people who run the paragliding shops in Pokhara). Something about the way the lake is surrounded by mountains, and thermal vectors and airstreams, blah blah blah. All we knew is, paragliding sure was cheap here! So we plunked down a credit card (so that if anything happened, Dave could call American Express customer service from his hospital bed), strapped ourselves to some British guys (who claimed they represented UK safety standards) and leaped off the side of a mountain. Wheee!
|The preparations begin|
|Harnessed up and ready to roll/fly|
|Jesse takes flight!|
|Foreground: Dave's chute. Background: Jesse's chute.|
|Woah. We were high.|
My pilot was also a certified massage therapist (trained at Wat Pho, my favorite massage place in Bangkok!)
I was sad to not have received an in-flight massage, but relieved that he did not remove his hands from the steering apparatus.
|Yet another scenic shot|
If you go: We went paragliding with Frontiers Paragliding, but all the places are the same price and seem about the same. The people at Frontiers were very nice and made us feel very safe, so that's always a good thing when it comes to jumping off mountains.