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August 01, 2005

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Paraglider launch from 11500 f. SW. side of Mauna Kea Hawaii

Picture: Achim Hagemann

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Paragliding in Kealakekua near Captain Cook on the Big Island of Hawaii.

Paragliding in Kealakekua near Captain Cook. The Big Island Soaring Assoc. (BISA) is the small local club, they fly at Kealakekua, near Kona on the Big Island of Hawaii, a few miles from the coast. Mostly light thermals, need to be able to do really flat turns to stay up, take off is behind a locked gate on private property that can only be reached by 4wd. Membership fee applies. High accident rate and very tight LZ's. Lots of bandito landings. No local hang gliding pilots. Location: Kealakekua near Captain Cook, very voggy (vog from the volcano) with a hot stable air mass and restricted landing fields. A 4 wd is required. Usually pretty short flights for visiting pilots, can be 6 minutes or less depending on how cross it is, but when it is good it is good. Really tight landing areas, surrounded by big trees, light winds are often cross and shifting, major ground effect from the lava rock LZ, sitting in the sun for hours. On take off, light wind flat slope launch, often cr

Information on Paragliding Mauna Kea, Mauna Loa, Hawaii.

Fly Hawaii Honolulu, paragliding instruction/guide service. Our Best Year Yet! Oldest school, since 1994 in Hawaii flyhawaiihonolulu@gmail.com Achim Hagemann 213 457 3614

Paragliding Manual

Compiled by Achim Hagemann 808 895 1690 flyaglider@yahoo.com Listening to that Little Voice of Warning by Paul Gazis Pilots have asked when and how one should listen to that 'little voice of warning' that pipes up inside ones head telling one not to fly. As someone half-descended from one of the world's most superstitious cultures, and as one who failed once, in an extremely spectacular fashion, to listen to that 'little voice' when he should have...and no, it wasn't this silly recent beach-whack from which I am recovering but a truly horrifying experience, on March 12 of 1990, which if I ever told the story publicly in all of its terrifying detail, would probably cause at least a dozen people to quit flying, take up competitive checkers instead, and be crushed to death by improperly folded checkerboards in a freak accident at an insignificant regional tournament, which goes to show that you can never lead a life that is totally free from risk but must d

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