This is an accompanying piece to my story about That Time I Walked The Wing Of Moving Plane. It provides a deeper look into the training sequence involved to get started with wing walking at the Mason Wing Walking Academy in Sequim, Washington.
The very idea of swimming in a body of water surrounded by an endless swarm of jellyfish is something that might send shivers down the spine most of people, and that same idea is precisely why I flew all the way out to the remote islands of Palau.
I’ve been on some amazing adventures, but this next one might just be the most audacious one yet. How else would you describe a 14-day, 3000 km adventure across India in a 7-horsepower rickshaw?