"This is where we're going to take off," Raj continued. "Let's fly."
"You must be kidding me," I thought to myself.
Beyond this rudimentary runway, there was nothing but the mountain itself. Only grass and trees could be seen, but nothing reassuringly man-made was visible.
"It's a good day to fly," Raj said, standing at the far edge of the slope (where I did not dare to go) and looking at the sky. "See those vultures? They fly in circles because they are taking advantage of thermals, produced by sun-warmed air that spirals upward. That's exactly what we will do."
My pilot Milan came to buckle me up.
"Anything I need to know?" I asked.
"When I tell you to run, you just run, run, run!" he said.
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