16 May What next World?
I finally have my engine back, and it actually engines!
It has been about a month since my paramotor engine blew a piston, although it feels like much longer. I was just starting to get really confident with the whole flying thing when it happened, when my career as a pilot nosedived into the black hell sand of a Guatemalan beach 2 kilometers from my launch site.
The memories of that walk back still haunt me to this day…
But! That is in the past, the engine is fixed, and now I can get up in the air again as soon as weather permits. I am a little nervous about it, more because the idea of blowing the engine and having to go through that whole ordeal all over again is almost more than I can bear (first world problems anyone?).
The actual flying itself I am ready for, the silver lining to this whole journey of broken engine and misordered parts is that I have been able to kite my wing a lot more than I would have if I had a fully functioning engine, which means that I have a lot more control, and a lot more confidence in the thing which is actually responsible for carrying me through the air.
I would go as far as to say that because of the blown engine, I now have as much experience with the wing as most people would have after months (most people have jobs!) of training.
Despite the cost and lost time, this whole experience has taught me a hell of a lot. It has taught me to be more patient, it has taught me to make the most of a bad situation, it has taught me to be wary of any “friendship’ based around money, and it has taught me how not to get dragged across the sand by my neck (I hope).
My engine is fixed and the future awaits. Regardless of what happens to the engine in flights to come, I now have the ability to fly, and regardless of the direction our journeying takes from here, I have a new passion which I believe will keep me smiling for a long time to come.
I cannot wait to get up in the air again, to soar up to 10 000 feet and glide around completely alone with the wind whistling through my receding hairline and my feet dangling into the void. I have done it, I am doing it, but I can still hardly believe that I have the power to fly.
Who would have thought when we left to go on this journey almost two and a half years ago that this is where we would be? Two and a half years ago I thought travelling was my dream. Now I know that travel is just a small part of a much bigger life there for the taking.
I am traveling, I am flying, I am free to do whatever takes my fancy whenever it takes it, and I get to do it with a beautiful like minded person who is supporting me every step of the way.
This journey never ceases to amaze, challenge and excite me, who knows what could happen next! No really, does anyone know what is happening next ’cause we don’t…
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