"One rainy day I found myself face to face with a human specimen I once was. Not long ago, at 44 years old, I burned all the files, business plans and contracts that had enslaved me, to start a life from scratch. My stubble, silly red cap, bermuda shorts, walking boots, and flower in mouth had nothing in common with his businessman's mask. Poor, hurried prisoner of time..."
So Didier Favre abandoned his life as a corporate attorney to begin an adventure of traversing the entire 1200 km length of the Alps, only "by foot or by flight," the origin of what paragliders today refer to as "vol-biv." But mostly his writings contain the essence of what once made hang gliding great - the adventure, the mystery, the romance. What he termed "the cultivation of a new art of living."
"Thanks to the dreadful weather, I took the time to discover life around me," he said. "Had it not been for the Mistral (adverse wind) I would never have known this fabulous region except as a black number on a map. I owe my best discoveries to bad weather. Flight is the vehicle which takes me to the essential - friendship, nature and life."
The article attached (Cross Country, Jan 1993) will introduce some to Didier Favre and answer practical questions such as, "How did he carry his wing up to the loft Alpine takeoffs?" and "How did he sleep inside his glider?"
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