Hangliding: Why the Heck Not?
One, two, three steps and away we fly. All the sudden the ground from the mountain drops away and there’s only air left under our feet. We run and we fly with our very own set of wings. Across from us, the Christ Statute, to our side, the beautiful blue ocean, and under us, trees that could impale us if a wrong move is made.
If you’ve never went hang-gliding, you have to try it. It’s just one more way to feel a sense of freedom, to feel a sense of weightlessness and fly like an eagle. My girl and I made this most amazing trip into Rio de Janeiro and one of the first things that had to be done was to jump off something and fly. We left straight out of Iraq after booking our trip and sending off for our visas. Heads… Brazil requires a travel visa to enter their country.
To get one, we had to first try to locate our nearest embassy. The difficulty became the fact that we were both in Iraq on a tour and the representative was only in country on certain days. The only way we were getting visas was to send our own passports off to the embassy located stateside by using a service. Now, imagine, you have two blonde girls stationed in Iraq wanting to head to Brazil on vacation and our only real way out of the country was if we had our passports. So, if for some crazy reason they lost our passports, we would have been in a world of hurt. We sent them off to a expedited passport service (Rush My Passport)
and hoped and prayed they would make it back, and in time. We counted our days and ticked them off on the calender. Tick, tick, tick.. and then.. magic. FedEx calls and bam, our passports are delivered with the coolest new stamp in the world and we were headed the very next day to Rio baby!
So, why Rio? Well, my girl and I learned how to Salsa, Merengue, and Bachata at Saddam Hussiein’s pool and we were on a mission. We were going to a Spanish speaking country where they hosted these types of dance and meet plenty of Spanish men… or so we thought.
Lesson numero uno. Brazil doe NOT speak Spanish. They speak Portuguese and they are not the same thing. Numero dos, Brazil is not known for these various types of dance. Yeah, about that. So young and silly we were, but hey, until you go, you’ll never know. We had to laugh at ourselves for how little we knew about the world back then, but heck if that stopped us from having a heck of a good time. They had excellent music which was a a bit like our hip hop/dance with a very different backbeat. The women, while we had expected to see the ones that are featured in magazines were much different in person. The bikini sizes were as expected (teeny and tiny) but the human sizes were not (so teeny and tiny) and the men were a bit hairer than pictured and I’m not referring to their heads. It was “interesting” to see is all I gotta say.
What we expected….
What we saw…
If I had the chance to ever go back though, I would pick Ipanema Beach. It’s fairly close to Copa, but appears to be much quieter and a bit nicer of an area where you can find plenty of clubs to go to. The nightlife was a blast, even on weekdays. We found a VIP service company Tours Gone Wild to pick us up at the hotel and take us from club to club. They were our DD’s 😉 since we had no capacity to do that for ourselves. What do ya do? In our 20s and ready to party, which is exactly what we did. So they picked us up, and were pushed to the front of the line with our own table waiting inside. We could go from club to club to club and we always had a spot.
It was dangerous… In a GREAT way! 🙂
Tomorrow I’ll tell you about more of the trip!
Have a great night! Jill Charpia