Hungover Hang Gliding to be exact. I would not recommend strapping yourself to another person while gliding over hundreds of people laying on the beach while hungover. Calls for disaster.
Yes, all of this is true. You know what’s crazy? I drank enough vodka while in Brazil to sedate an entire Olympic team, but the night I drink a shit ton Caipirinha’s, I get the worst hangover ever. Go fucking figure.
I love my best friend to death, but sometimes we don’t always see eye to eye. We visited her family in Brasilia (the capital) for almost a week and a half before hitting Rio on our way home. My intentions when seeing a new place is to cram as much exciting stuff into a vacation as possible, while she likes to relax and just go with the flow. Thankfully, she let me take the reins when we got to Rio since we only had around 48 hours. If you read my earlier post, 48 Hours in Rio De Janerio then you will hear about all the fun stuff we did in a short amount of time. As I mention in that post, our private tour guide set up the adventure for us while we were enjoying the sunset on top of Sugar Loaf Mountain. She even scheduled for us to be picked up and dropped off at the place we were staying! Here is how it went…
10:00 am || Wake up dead
I slowly opened my blood-shot eyes to the loud sound of my best friends voice and bright lights… “It’s time to get up! We’re going to miss the pick-up time!” It took every bone in my body not to scream/throw up on her. Must have been a miracle because somehow I made it out the door on time.
Tip #1: Don’t drink heavily the night before hang gliding, you will regret it.
On the way there, the driver kept asking my friend if I was okay. As if I wasn’t in the car? I looked like sick puppy with my head out the window, poor me. As we got closer, the feeling started to subside a bit and the scenery just kept getting better and better.
10:45 am || Arrive
WE’RE HERE! It was like Christmas in the summer. I get overly excited when I’m about to do anything exciting because there is so much unknown and anticipation leading up to it. We got the group together and headed up the mountain. The rolling hills mixed with beautiful beaches and warm,sunny weather made the ride so much more enjoyable.
11:15 am || Briefing
We each got paired with our own instructor who careful went over instructions; I sat there staring off into space wondering if I was about to puke on every beach-goer below. I quickly snapped out of it when the instructor insisted I try what he just showed me. SHIT. Like always, I pull through like a star, doing ever move and trial run perfectly. He said I was one of the best, especially for being so hungover. I waited patiently for my turn while taking in the view.
Tip #2: Wear comfy clothes that won’t dig you a wedgie from hell so you can enjoy your flight.
I wore work out pants and open toed shoes. They are not strict on dress code but the key if comfort! I’m sure having your circulation cut off by jeans will make your experience a bad one.
11:30 am || Take off
Finally, our turn to go! One-two andddd we’re flying.
The mountains behind me and the beach in front of me.
11:50 am || Land
When I say land, I really mean a tumbling fall into the sand. Since I had on open toed shoes, my feet sunk into the sand and sent me rolling on the beach. It was all fun and games until the hangover settled back in my stomach.
Tip #3: Always buy the professional pictures
Leave the pictures to the pros unless you are really really good with multi-tasking. I find it so hard to enjoy a moment while fumbling for my camera or GoPro. The setting might be wrong, could be out of focus or whatever the case may be, you could miss a very raw moment while trying to capture it. Pictures are sometimes included or for an extra $20-40. Spend the extra money and enjoy the view. Now, back to the story..
As quickly as I got up, I yelled at my instructor to “GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF THIS THING.” Looking back, I feel bad for being so abrupt but holy shit, the volcano was about to erupt. He unclipped me from everything and I started running up the beach. My best friend saw me from the distance and started to chase me, trying to figure out WTF I was doing. I ran across the street and into these weird, wood public bathrooms stalls that just happen to be on the side of the road. I proceed to projectile vomit the entire Brazilian trip worth of food. My friend finally catches up to me and all I can hear was laughter. People supposedly were walking by, asking her if I was okay since it sounded like I was loosing a lung. After violently hurling my entire stomach, I walked out the door; head held high and we both just busted out laughing.
I know the real reason for this post is to tell you about hang gliding, but truth is, it never would have been this exciting if I didn’t add in all the disgusting details. Hang gliding is very simple and doesn’t take much courage to do. You are completely safe and the view is just amazing. Very similar to paragliding except you’re flying more like Superman. The only thing I see holding you back from taking the plunge is being scared of heights, and in that case; you’re a pussy.
Tip #4: Just go for it
Don’t let fear rob you of something amazing. DO IT!!!!
Enjoy the shit out of this story and please LEARN FROM MY MISTAKES. Next time you take a trip to Brazil, make sure you add hang gliding to your list of adventures!
Duration: 3 hours (with pick up and drop off)
Cost: $150 USD pp
Company: Just Fly
Location: Rio De Janeiro, Brazil
Would you recommend? Of course, just not hungover!
Have you every been hang gliding? Have a similar hungover story that involved something exciting?? Let me know, but until next time…
xox Bonvoyage Bitches