Day before yesterday, my uncle and I went on an little sports kick, whitewater rafting down the fastest river in Serbia and then going paragliding. When we were on the mountain waiting for the jump, a girl walked over and started chatting with me, and if it was any other situation I'd have been interested. However, Siren was on my mind so I was looking for a not-rude escape. I kinda failed the not-rude part.
I skipped the line and ran off the mountain.
Flying over hills and valleys, probably around 200 metres in the air, I realised that that was the single awesomest way possible to get out of that. I felt damn proud.
I skipped the line and ran off the mountain.
Flying over hills and valleys, probably around 200 metres in the air, I realised that that was the single awesomest way possible to get out of that. I felt damn proud.