This photo was taken approximately 15 minutes before I was forced to ponder the question, "where exactly would be the best place for me to puke, without fouling the glider or overly offending Peter (the very pleasant and helpful vice president of the Taranaki Glider Club)?" I concluded that it would be best to go for the neck of my t-shirt, but fortunately that proved unecessary. Gliding was certainly interesting and gave me a great vantage point, but was not the gentle downward glide that I had imagined. If I go again, it will be on the tail end of a three day fast.