So much for being adventurous

I thought paragliding would be a unique and exciting activity. Turns out it is mostly nauseating.

Pete and I decided to go paragliding (floating through the air with the help of a huge parachute) before we head over the border to Chile. We went up into the Andes in a 4x4, and I was pretty nervous. However, Pete had done it before, and he said it would be beautiful once I was in flight.

It's a tandem flight, meaning that I was strapped to a guy who actually knew what he was doing. That made me feel better. The only instruction I received was to not stop running until I went off the cliff. Ok, fine, that was easy enough. I got in the air, and yes, it was beautiful. It felt more like floating than it did like flying.

My interest in the spectacular view of the Andes quickly waned as the queasiness in my stomach intensified. I think the guy with me could tell that I wasn't feeling well, and he tried to chat with me to distract me.

And then, in the beautiful calm of the Western Argentine sky, I THREW UP, a lot, over the shoulder of my guide. It was, to say the least, a bit embarassing. Welcome to the wonderful world of Smed, folks.