Petrer in the distance down below. A foto from the saddle of El cid. And an older summer foto of Herve landing at El Cid.
But we didn't fly today. We just parawaited on the huge hill of El Cid and the gusts were too strong. 10 paragliding noses in the wind, none of them eager to go. It was too tricky.
And it is easy to think afterwards, shit I should have gone. But no, decision made, always in a safe sense.
We had a good day though, because El Cid is one of our highest mountains, where nobody never is. You are always alone on this huge mountain overlooking the valleys all towards the sea. A bit Arizona like, dry dry dry, hasn't seen rain for ages.