A few hours ago I took a paragliding tour. Since none of us tourist types actually knew how to fly, trained experts were attached with, I imagine, velcro and did absolutely everything for us while we dangled like apples from a swaying, flying, parachute-like tree. This isn’t to say that it wasn’t a lot of fun. In fact, it was, but all the swaying and especially the spiral landing made me a little disoriented and dizzy. I’m still a little disoriented and dizzy at this point which gives rise to the feeling that my keyboard is frantically trying to escape my fingers as I type. Anyways, this comes to mind from Douglas Adams:
“It’s rather unpleasantly like being drunk”
“What’s so unpleasant about being drunk?”
“Try asking a glass of water”