We stumbled upon Hogsback, which lies in the Amathole (Xhosa for ‘calves’) mountains of the Eastern Cape, without having planned it. It was amidst another uncertain lockdown with some provincial closures, schools closed and uncertainty around whether we should even be travelling. We missed the main road into Hogsback and
The next day I somehow find myself even higher still, simultaneously clutching my seat for dear life while whooping in excitement. Pascal (paragliding pilot extraordinaire) and I are flying high above the snow, circling and turning and spinning and generally acting like excitable puppies let off the leash.