It's difficult to describe the feeling when jumping off a mountain at 8000 feet. Surreal, exciting and absolutely petrifying are words that spring to mind. I have recently just come back from a skiing holiday in Austria, Kuprun and I would highly recommend it to any budding or beginning skiers. I am a lover of sun, sea and cocktails and so I would usually holiday in Egypt. However, I have never experienced such beauty and the feeling of how small I am in comparison to the world. Standing on top of the mountain, attached to an Austrian para-glider, I was in awe of my surroundings.
Everything in my body was screaming at me to not run and jump. A childlike voice was quietly tempting me to completely ignore my instincts and to just go with it. Sometimes I think that voice is the most important one to recognize above the noise. Risk is underrated. I took a deep breath and ran. I felt weightless and hysterical with laughter. My cheeks felt cold and my eyes watered but I refused to blink in fear that I would miss something amazing. My legs dangled above the clouds as I spiraled through the sky. Snow seemed whiter. Trees seemed greener. Mountains stood prouder. I was a floating dot.
When I landed on the ground I sat for a while, completely motionless with my jaw dropped. I looked over to my boyfriend Alex, who had a grin from ear to ear. I eventually stood up and just laughed at the thought of what I had just done.
Gone are the days of travelling. I am an explorer.
Watch me paragliding below...
