Sailing the sky under your own wing is true freedom. Sun, landscape and wind sets the limits, together with your own skill and fantasy. It is called paragliding and you can not get closer to the Icaristic dream any other way. Like the birds you take advantage of hot air rising from the ground when heated by the sun. Or use the upswell of air created when the wind hits a rockface. The only difference is that birds can flap their wings when out of lift. Pretty unfair isn’t it?