We’re human. We aren’t supposed to fly without the aid of big fuel guzzling engines. To think otherwise is thumbing your nose at the Gods. And few things piss the Gods off more than a good ol’ fashion nose-thumbing.
If you’re buddy is attacked by “wild eagles” while paragliding, it’s a bad omen. You probably should sacrifice something, fast, or think seriously about self-mutilation, before taking to the sky. If the omen is ignored and you are sucked up into the heavens by a “tornado-like thunderstorm,” battered by orange-sized hail, and coated in ice… well, you had it coming.
Yeah, this happened. Read the story.
Note: This has nothing to do with my trip or clothing, but as the poorly paid proprietor of posting, I reserve the right to write about whatever the heck I want to. Expect to see many more bits o’ tid in the future.
