I went paragliding at dawn this morning
And it was a breeze.
The wind in my hair felt exhilarating.
Clothes flapping- teeth chattering.
Yes, it was freezing up there.
The Italian instructor - as bossy as ever,
Instructing me to look up
And enjoy the ride.
Strange accents these Italians have
And what an attitude !
Could hardly understand him.
He kept asking me to smile for the camera
I couldn't- I was nervous.
I told him so, and I heard him grunt.
Who cares - I was paying!
Have never been the adventurous kind
In the first place
So not sure why I did this.
I do silly stuff at times
And then regret it.
It's not about spending the money
But putting myself in unnecessary danger
at my age is a tad foolish - isn't it?
With my back and knees and neck
And left shoulder, and whatever else
That often pains and begs for
dollops of balm !
Saw other paragliders floating by and waving.
Two of them holding flags
And one with her pet poodle.
Shouting , screaming , gesturing
And obviously having the time of their lives.
Crazy things these millennials do
Without a care in the world.
Paragliding with a poodle ?
What next - your pet parrot ?
Give me a break .
The hills below mesmerised me
The sands seemed to change in colour
As the sun rose in the Eastern sky
And a dozen camels- all in a line
Like well behaved schoolboys
Following a young lad
Probably a farmhand- or the son
Of their owner.
The scene was awesome
And I actually began relaxing
And taking in the sights for posterity.
This would positively be a day to remember
And something I'd talk about for a long time.
I felt a sense of pride and accomplishment
Creeping in.
What next ?
Deep see diving ?
A parachute jump?
I could see the fast approaching ground
Which was rising up to meet me
Would I land with a thud?
I had been dreaming about doing this for ages.
And then I woke and realized
I had in fact been dreaming.
Old men do have vivid dreams.
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