Contempt for an assailant is best shown by bravery in action.

...as expected, we knocked the bastard off in little time. Rising one thousand two hundred and seventy one metres over the city of Hobart, we thought ourselves gods for one moment.

Laughing and frolicking gaily like spring lambs in a jolly meadow of clover, we took happy snaps and toasted each other with bikkie bears.

The large radio and television transmitter [above] was a source of great amusement for the men in our party, affording us the opportunity to remind Jennifer of the phallologocentric omnipresence of modern, capitalistic societies. How we laughed!

Skipping through the abundant native flora, little did we know how soon we would be laughing out of the other side of our faces!


Amused by the ease of the task, we made our mistake: mocking the gods with our arrogance. Well, Ezra and Jen were okay, but Henry and I can get quite obnoxious at times, and my weren't we arrogant today. For that, we were to pay a dear price...

To be continued...