Jumping off a Mountain

I just placed a call to some guy named Dehilton, located somewhere here in Rio DJ, Brazil.

I asked him to pick me up so I can go hang gliding. Apparently the wind will be good enough in two hours to undertake such a feet. And so, I am going to sit here and wait, feeling not entirely unlike someone about to do something really scary tha might result in their imminent death.

To reassure myself everything will be alright, I reviewed the tale of the Brazilian world-champion hang-glider who was killed a few years ago during a competition. Er, wait ...

So I will capture this on for posterity on digi-cam, and will, of course, schedule time to ... void myself well prior to takeoff. Uh-oh.