Flying eagles, hidden mountains

This morning I got my first peak of Annapurna. The mountain range was barely visible, but we could make out the white contour if we concentrated enough.

The mountains have chosen to hide behind clouds, and if the weather is clear, they hide behind the haze. Damn pollution. The pollution level is a lot lower here compared to Kathmandu, but it’s still high enough to affect visibility.

Nevertheless, if we overlook the main road filled with tourist traps and try to stick to the alleyways, Pokhara is a very pretty town. It is surrounded by green hills and filled with small houses arranged with plants and colorful trees, and its people are the friendliest.

On Tuesday, Ana and I went paragliding. It was incredible. Before jumping off the cliff, the pilot pointed at a couple of eagles flying, and mentioned that they use the same techniques to glide through the air. While up in the air, the eagles were flying with us. Ana said she wants to do the course to learn to fly solo, and I’d be lying if the same thought didn’t cross my mind.

A future accomplishment? Who knows.