
The cradle of Serbian paragliding is on the slopes of Stolovi
Before flying became a sport with licences and competitions, it was a handful of people carrying fabric up a hill, trusting the air to hold them.
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Photographs and footage from competitions the founders and athletes behind this race have taken part in.

Before flying became a sport with licences and competitions, it was a handful of people carrying fabric up a hill, trusting the air to hold them.

Rivers that are too calm teach nothing. Rivers that are too strong give no second chance. The Ibar sits between the two, and that is why paddlers come out of Kraljevo.

Nobody quits because they did not have carbon wheels. They quit because of an unlubricated chain and a brake that faded on the third descent.

Some terrain sells itself on a viewpoint. Meljanica sells itself on nothing — it simply does what a good trail should.

A town is usually remembered for the mountain above it. Kraljevo could just as fairly be remembered for the three rivers that make it.

A mountain that flies well is not a mountain that forgives. Stolovi offers conditions, but asks that you read them before you open the wing.

In some towns the river is scenery. In Kraljevo the river is the reason people leave the house.

There is a moment on every climb when a person begins to reconsider every life decision. On Stolovi that moment arrives early and stays a while.

A gorge is where river and mountain work against each other, and the trail runs exactly between them.

Water sport does not run on talent, it runs on pool time. Where there is pool time, there are results.

Every scene starts with a few people willing to look ridiculous carrying gear up a hill. In Kraljevo it was no different.

Most trouble on a river is not the rapids. It is the things you cannot see from the bank.

You are riding the ridge, alone for half an hour, and then round a bend stands a herd looking at you as though you were the guest. You are.

The climb splits the field, but the ridge makes the difference. Here you see who arrived fresh and who spent everything down in the valley.

River swimming has nothing to do with pool swimming. There is no wall to push off, no line to follow, and the water goes about its business regardless of you.