Thanks to the southerly trade winds and a ribbon of ridge line, the Bukit Peninsula is home to epic soaring. In the month since we arrived less than five days have been unflyable. Typically, the wind has a bit of east in it, limiting the paragliding to about ten kilometers of ridge line between the Nikko, a soarable resort hotel to the east, and the Bali Cliff, the ruins of the abandoned presidential villa to the west. The ridge dies out at the Nikko, but pilots can hop over to soar the updraft on the hotel and wave at the tourists in the pools and on the beach. Below the Bali Cliff, the beaches disappear, leaving pilots without a bomb out landing. So, it’s a rare day to fly further west, but with the right conditions, an unbelievably beautiful fifteen kilometer stretch opens up to pilots lucky enough to experience it.
Beyond the Shark’s Fin
