Screaming Coder

It was Amie and I’s 2 year anniversary on Tuesday.

We booked ourselves some hang gliding flights down in Byron Bay. Drove down in the morning and spent the first few hours in Bangalo, a funky little town about 30 mins inland from the bay. Saw some beautiful afgani and probably persian rugs for several thousand dollars each. At first it seemed like a ridiculus waste of money fit only for people who have too much and just aren’t sure what else to do with it. But after further thought I wondered if giving more money to poor suckers who sweat their asses off in hot, dry, dusty places doing the only thing they know how to make a living was perhaps not such a bad cause. Or maybe I just want one of them sweet rugs.

Went into the second hand book store to have another look for Victor Kelleher’s The Red King, but they still didn’t have it. Spewin. In my dispair I bought 3 of his other books – Em’s Story, Taronga, and Forbidden Paths of Thaul to add to my collection.

After that we were booked in for some hang gliding flights at Lennox Head. It’s one of those “extreme” things we’ve always said we’d do at least once, like sky-diving or snow boarding. Funnily though once you’re up there it seems anything but extreme. It just feels completely safe – more like you’re suspended by some invisible wire than flying through the air. We hit some decent air speeds, but you could only tell by the sound of the wind getting louder in your ears.

More pictures here.

Later on we saw Jimoen with his kids at the beach and a giant TV. Random.