Three days ago, on Wednesday, I tried to go paragliding on the seashore in Miraflores, but was thwarted by a lack of wind. Today, I decided to return and to try my luck again. This time I came really close — the wind picked up, they strapped me in, I was running for the cliff edge — and then the bloody wind died again!
All strapped in and ready to go… but alas, ‘twas not to be.
Goddamn — one of the biggest anticlimaxes of my life. And this was my last day in Lima as well. Ah well, the scenery was great, as on Wednesday. And there are plenty of other places in South America to go para/hang-gliding.
A few lucky people made it into the air, but not me.