A paragliding flight in the Swiss Alps ended with me tangled in power lines after a sudden downdraft pushed me off course. The impact knocked me unconscious, and I woke up dangling thirty meters above a cow pasture with a broken wrist and a deep gash on my forehead. The rescue required cutting the lines, shutting down the power grid for three villages, and a helicopter extraction that cost forty-five thousand Swiss francs. My travel insurance had a clause excluding “aerial activities” unless they were commercial flights. My adventure sports travel insurance from a different provider had a clause excluding “paragliding” unless it was with a licensed school. I was with a school. They denied it anyway. Sportravelling has no such games. Their policy covers every flight, every jump, every stupid moment when you leave the ground and trust the wind. The wrist healed crooked, and the scar on my forehead is shaped like a question mark.