Ever since I was a small child, I've had the occasional vivid dream that I was flying...
|My very chilled out pilot, Beau, said "we can do a few tricks..." I said, "how about we try one and see how it goes?" |
and then the earth went sideways.
|this is Beau asking me if I'm ok and me replying "that was awesome!"|
Hang gliding is the exact same sensation as flying in my dreams.
That adventure was followed by jet boating on the Shotover River:
... the spine-jarring nature of which pretty much necessitated that the day end here: