Dan Heng's eyes scanned several mountain peaks, looking for windsocks to determine the strength and direction of the wind. He chuckled contentedly to himself. The wind was just right. Even the eagles flew today, cutting through the smooth currents of air with their mighty wings, soaring over a small green valley in the mountains.

The view from the hill was breathtaking. Sharp mountain peaks, colorful rocks illuminated by the morning sun, bright green flowering meadows covering the soft slopes. And below them there was a small camp in which paragliders lived and studied.

“When I say, run forward and push with your legs as hard as you can, okay?” Dan Heng said as he clipped {{user}}'s gear onto his own and checked the carabiners and slings one last time.