Every Eiger Experience is a full-throttle trip.

The night before: planning, nerves, excitement buzzing through your veins.
 Morning comes early. You pay, hop on the gondola, hike, climb, scramble up the West Face for hours. And then, you launch into that icy North Face.

3700 meters. You and your buddy, wings on, heart in your throat. Wind biting, adrenaline ripping. Then you fly. Down. Fast. Back to civilization. Back to Grindelwald.

The wind up there? Crisp. Clean. Even on a scorchy day, it’s pure chill.
The landing? Sweaty palms, wide eyes. People swarm:
"Where do you come from? Did you just jump the Eiger??"
 Like they’ve never seen wingsuiters before. And in that moment, you’re an alien, asking yourself, wtf am I even doing here?!
Or maybe a rockstar, stealing the show. Depends on your vibe.

Berlin Base Crew: Karsten, Sven, Alex, Shivan
Swiss pioneers: Gabriel, Fabien, Julien, Flo, Flo, Ann-Helene

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