Thanks Juddha for letting me come along on the trip last week. Some really cool out of the way places to fly and a lot of fun even if I did become the bomb out king 😁.
Strongest memory is the village in the mountains where i helped my host mother pick and shuck peas from the garden after a particularly disappointing day of flying (just for me, top landed in a rice terrace after 10 minutes), which really brought me back to just being in the moment and appreciative of the journey. Oh and dust, a lot of dust…
Then the cherry on top was hanging off the back of Juddhas bike, whizzing around the mountains with a very nice German fella at the controls so I could get back to Pokhara quicker and do some work! 😁
