I was out with the girls last night. Came home around 3 am. Only had one drink (THANK GOD), but still, we had a quite long night.
You'd think I'd get to chill this Sunday.
No. NO CHILL.
Instead, bodyflight with dad. Trying to "fly" on air in a big tube that's 22 metres high. Basically fake skydiving without the airplane. And the parachute. But with a big audience of people judging you. Both for your air surfing skills and your ugly face flopping around in the wind. Haha.
It was quite awesome though, I must say. You're so filled with impressions in the tube, you can barely think at all. Like a really aggressive form of meditation. I'd do it again in a heartbeat despite being very sceptical beforehand. And now I'm ready for the non-fake flying with the airplane and the parachute and all that next level stuff. Must be sort of the same thing, right?
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