Published on Apr, 2025
I launched from Sarangkot with the Annapurna range on the horizon, the earth falling away beneath my feet — and for 30 unforgettable minutes, I didn’t just fly, I floated. No engine. No sound. Just the whisper of wind and the stunning silence of the Himalayas holding me.
I was a little nervous — after all, I’m afraid of heights — but Kean, my pilot, was a masterclass in calm confidence. His instructions were clear, his manner grounded, and his experience obvious. Within minutes, I felt elated, euphoric — weightless. There’s nothing quite like watching the world drift silently below you while peaks like Machhapuchhre pierce the clouds.
And just when I thought it couldn’t get better — it did. Kean eased us into some gentle acrobatics, gradually building toward sweeping swings and graceful banks that sent my stomach flipping in the best way. It wasn’t wild — it was controlled exhilaration. The kind you trust.
Landing was smooth — honestly easier than stepping off an escalator. And afterward, we shared a drink and a laugh like old friends.
If you’ve ever dreamed of flying, do this. Even if heights make your palms sweat. Especially then. I challenged myself, and what I found wasn’t fear — it was freedom.
No pressure, no upsells, no gimmicks — just flight in its purest form. I’d do this again every day if I could.
