<p>The chopper's wash blew down on the hundred happy tourists as we sailed over their heads. People were hanging onto their sausages. This was the shot. </p>

The chopper's wash blew down on the hundred happy tourists as we sailed over their heads. People were hanging onto their sausages. This was the shot.

Buzzing the Eagle's Nest

Welcome to my personal travel stories of adventure, mayhem, foolishness... and swinging through the jungle of life. Come join the shenanigans as I take you around the world and around the block.

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Buzzing the Eagle's Nest

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