Belgian paraglider and Red Bull X-Alps participant Thomas de Dorlodot recounts his long distance record breaking flight through the highest mountains on the planet. Not for those with a weak stomach!
May, 2011: “What a flight… Today we are taking a well deserved day of rest as yesterday was pretty epic. Our team is now in Gilgit sharing a sheep Karahi for dinner in a noisy local Pakistani restaurant and trying to come down on earth. We have smiles on our face, clouds in our heads and the sound of screaming varios (electronic altitude meters) in our ears… It feels just great to share this with friends.
I dreamed about this flight some time ago when our friend, Brad Sander, flew 224km from Booni to Hunza in 2008 and broke the altitude world record on the same occasion. This flight was for me one of the biggest achievements a paragliding pilot could dream of, as he flew in remote areas – in between huge mountains and in total autonomy. Back when I saw his track I felt very small and incapable of doing the same.
A week ago Brad told me with modesty on the phone: "You will see, it is easy when you have the right conditions." Just if it was as easy as turning when it beeps and flying straight when it does not: nine hours later you might be far away… Still, it is my third time in Pakistan and I know what it takes to make the best of those good days. We have been waiting for two months last year with Ramon Morillas for the rain to stop and finally, yesterday I flew above all those places where we got stocked last year because of floods and heavy rain. I really did not expect to fly 1km more than Brad on a different line.
Let me tell you the story of this flight in a few words. We woke up in Booni early in the morning to go to the take off, but as we like having a real breakfast and chai, we took some time to get in the car. We arrived a bit late at the take off but got ready fast. The wind was there already. We had oxygen bottles, Belgian chocolate, hand warmers and warm clothes. We also bring sleeping bags, food, water, and the minimum to survive a few days in the mountains. I even have my fly fishing rod and a box full of flies because we are heading to some of the best trout fishing spots on earth and I am hoping to catch some fish for dinner. This fishing rod will fly for the first time and it's probably the highest rod on earth when I reach 6443m with Horacio a few hours later. But that is not the point here. What I don’t know yet is that we are going to fly high above these great rivers without having a chance to try to catch a brown trout. I promise I will come back someday.
The flight starts well as Hernan Pitocco opens the game followed by Horacio Llorens and I. Somehow it feels funny to fly XC with those two great acro pilots. Usually they start tumbling around when they arrive at cloud base. But today we play a different game and those guys also know how it works. We fly in team, but at some point we take different options. Pitocco is aggressive and fast but loses some height in a difficult transition. He will make it back easy and raise the rhythm. We all have different styles and that’s how I like it. We have eight hours to get to know each other and make the best out of this day together. The spirit is good and I have to say that without them this flight would have been impossible.
I do not have much oxygen in my bottle so I go easy. Anyway, cloud base is low today. We can 'only' climb to 5,500m this morning. After this it’s like usual. From one thermal to another, one cloud to another, east face, south face, west face… I think I reached the state of hypoxia a few times as I usually do not sing in turbulent conditions.
Time is running fast and the cloud base is climbing higher. We ascend together with Horacio in a very turbulent thermal at 6,300m. The thermal is in the lee side and that’s when acro skills really help. Just high enough to freeze our hands. We can feel the tension, no one is talking on the radio for the three hottest hours of the day. Concentrate guys! The motivation is high. 189 km from Booni means Gilgit and a hot shower… The view is breathtaking. We can see Nanga Parbat, K2 and some huge thunderstorms. I have some Belgian chocolate with me as a secret weapon, but no water. I am talking to my Gradient XC3 when it is rough, to the mountain and to the birds when the thermal comes nice and smooth. It will be funny on our film, as we are actually filming a documentary with Belgian director Olivier Vanashen. I have a microphone on me and a camera…
We make some distance and we start to believe that Gilgit is a realistic goal. The idea of a good bed and a nice restaurant gives us some strength. Time goes by and the sun goes down. We are getting closer. No real low points. I fly with Pitocco as Horacio got low at some point but will make a great comeback with his Nova Factor 2 and land after 189km – his last serious XC flight was 11 years ago flying 90km in Spain. Flying together gives us more courage to scratch on rocky faces and to fly close to the ridge. The thermals are now smooth, we talk on radios again. We have been flying for seven hours and Gilgit appears in the horizon. Pitocco is there but leaves a thermal too early and goes down after a huge 210km with his SOL comp glider!!!
Now it is a fight to the death. We know that Brad flew the longest distance ever done in Himalaya of 224km. I look at the camera, talk to the microphone and say: "Brad here I am! Now it’s between you and me." Without Brad’s amazing flight I would have landed in Gilgit exhausted and happy to reach the hotel and share tea with my friends… Now I’m determined – but it is just for fun.
But, as we fly above Gilgit, I start to see the possibility to break this record flight. It is a one time opportunity. I engage the fight: "God if you exist let me know now!" … and the vario starts beeping… I reconsider my point of view about religion and start turning around. It feels like flying over my dear Belgium. 0.5m/s. I get the last 30 km like that and land with the wind in the back just to make the best out of my glide. I think I am alone in the middle of nowhere and I scream: "thank you!" to the sky. A minute later, as usual, an army of kids are coming to surround me with hopeful smiles. I land near a town called Pari… I wish I could be in the French capital and enjoy 'la cuisine française' and a fresh beer. But it is most likely not going to happen. My legs cannot hold me and I am exhausted. I hitchhike and go back to town to meet my friends. I do not know yet if I flew more than Brad or not. It does not matter. What matters here is to have fun and to enjoy.
And now? After checking on XC contest I realized that my distance is bigger by 1.3km! Nothing regarding those 225km… I am looking forward to share a Belgian beer with Brad and talk paragliding.
Now we still have two weeks to go here in Pakistan and we might try to break his altitude world record. But that is another story…
Blue skies & soft landings,
Tom
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