west of queenstown, NZ. april 2011.
they don't say "en-zee" they say "en-zed" which is awesome in that way that everything different and new is awesome when you're in a new place.
this is the view i had down river just before jumping off the bridge i was standing on and hurdling head first toward the water, before the bungy cord attached to my ankles caught me. about half way down, i clearly remember the thought, "am i really doing this? did i just jump off that bridge on purpose? this is sooooo dumb." but then i bounced and was flooded with euphoria, so that turned out all right. still, i'm never doing that again.
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