Paragliding in Montenegro: Brajici, Budva

Green window frame, the view that shimmers in the morning sun and it seems to me that I slept all night with tingling in the bottom of the stomach  and  a sweet trembling in my hands . It seems to me that this clumsy fear, riddled with excitement,  is a sense of the whole story, forgetting that the true meaning is waiting for me. I eat my muesli and I drink squeezed orange juice, while I’m catching  a big smile on my face . One smile full of love. True smile. This morning I’m again in love with something. Intoxicated with the idea.

I’m walking along  the coast to the old town Kotor , where I’m picking up Adam , a wonderful guy from Australia. We catch the bus to Budva, but first we’re waiting for the lady at the counter to finish her breakfast, and then buying pretty expensive tickets. Every next time I’ll hitchhike.

And here we are finally. The driver picked us up and drove us to the beach at  Becici, the finish point for paragliders. And from here I’m talking about my story, I leave to Adam his part of it, although I know he liked it.

I stand on Brajici hill and watch the bright blueness as it glistens in the sun . I hear  the voice of my instructor and ‘ partner ‘ calling me. Time to go.

Butterflies in my stomach  are slowing down and seconds in which I prepare safety belts are becoming longer. We are ready and now we are waiting for the right wind. I feel every movement of the air on my skin and then , we start to run and strength of our bodies drag thin rope behind, while the bright colored glider rises towards the azure. One second separates us from the moment we are apart from  the ground and soar into the sky over Brajici. A smile is there, instead of a sweet pain, interwoven with anticipation as the wind accepting my shoulders like the soil never had. ‘Keep your feet on the ground’ has never seemed  more like nonsense .

I observe the motorist, hundreds of feet below me, while he is going into a curve, closing my eyes, feeling every part of my body in ecstasy. In my case, this is not adrenaline experience, it’s more a knowledge about the beauty of life. Beauty of the Adriatic, festooned with miniature boats and fragile bodies shadows, floating in the blue water. Beauty of each moment and my presence in them .

I would fly every day . Budva looks stunning from this perspective and I’m immensely glad that I got the chance to see it .

So far I’ve flown twice, no, not enough . I recommend this experience from  the bottom of my  heart. And yes, feel free to bring a beer ‘ up ‘.

 

Where ?

Braici , above Becici , one of the most attractive points for paragliding in Montenegro.

 

 

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Zelena okna uokviruju more koje svetluca na jutarnjem Suncu i cini mi se da sam cijelu noc prespavala sa trncima u dnu stomaka i slatkim treptajima u dlanovima. Cini mi se da je ta nespretna bojazan, protkana uzbudjenjem, smisao cijele price, zaboravljajuci da me pravi smisao tek ceka. Jedem svoj musli uz cijedjenu narndzu i hvatam siroki osmjeh na sopstvenom licu. Onaj zaljubljeni. Istinski. I ovog jutra sam zaljubljena u nesto. Opijena idejom. Uzurbano prolazim kotorskom obalom do starog grada, gdje kupim Adama, divnog decka iz Australije, kog sam cijelo vrijeme jurila, smarajuci ga selfijima. Hvatamo bus za Budvu, prvo sacekavsi da gospodja na salteru zavrsi svoj dorucak, a zatim kupivsi ne bas jeftine karte. Svaki sledeci put cu stopirati. I tu smo napokon. Vozac nas kupi i vozi na plazu u Becice, gdje slijiecu paraglajderi. I odavde ja pricam svoju pricu, Adamu ostavljam njegovu, mada znam da mu se dopalo. Stojim na Brajicima i posmatram jarko plavu kako se presijava na Suncu. Cujem glas mog instruktora i ”partnera” u tandemu kako me doziva. Vrijeme je da krenemo.

Leptiri u mom stomaku se polako bude i sekunde u kojima namjestam sigurnosne kajise postaju sve duze. Spremni smo, i stojimo cekajuci pravi vjetar. Osjecam svako pomjeranje vazduha na svojoj kozi i na ono pravo, pocinjemo da trcimo i svom snagom svojih tijela vucemo tanke konope za sobom, dok se paraglajder u jarkim bojama dize prema plavetnilu. Trenutak nas dijeli od momenta kada cemo se odvojiti od tla i vinuti se u nebo nad Brajicima. Osmjeh olaksanja ustupa mjestu slatkom bolu, protkanom iscekivanjem i vjetar prihvata moja ramena onako kako tlo nikada nije. Ono ”spusti se na Zemlju” nikada nije izgledalo kao veca besmislica.

Posmatram motoristu koji par stotina metara ispod mene ulazi u krivinu i zaklapam oci, osjecajuci svaki djelic svog bica u ekstazi. U mom slucaju, ovo nije adrenalisko iskustvo, koliko spoznaja same ljepote zivljenja. Ljepote Jadrana na kojem su nacickani minijaturni brodici i krhka tijela koja plivaju u plavetnilu kraj obale. Ljepote svakog trenutka i prisutnosti u svakom od njih.

Ja bih letjela svakog dana. Budva najljepse izgleda iz ove perspektive i neizmjerno mi je drago sto sam dobila priliku da je tako vidim.

Do sada sam letjela dva puta i ne, nije dosta. Preporucujem ovo iskustvo od srca. I da, slobodno ponesite pivo ”gore”.

Gdje?

Brajici, iznad Becica, jedna od najatraktivnijih tacaka za paraglajding u Crnoj Gori.