Well, believe it or not, I found the monster
Or better, it found me.
There I was, flying very
low over water-soaked hills in a borrowed Ventus (sorry Angus, I email you the coordinates where I parked it), while still trying to revive my previously water-soaked PDA...
I now know why the Lochness monster myth is kept alive for so long and nobody seems to be able to find it!
The "Monster" doesn't live in the lake anymore, there's a whole family
of them living up in those desolated misty hills.
They probably left the water many years ago, to escape from those pesky scientists who keep trying to catch them.
They also changed their diet from fish to grass, birds and .... the occasional tourist
As said, I was very
low, circling myself up the hill in a 0.2 m/s thermal, "something" suddenly grabbed my plane's tail and pulled me from the sky.
I made a soft landing on a meter thick wet moss and climbed out of the cockpit.And there it was
... the Lochness monster, or even a couple of them and they did not
The little ones already expressively licked their oversized theeths.
I decided not to start a conversation, grabbed my PDA and started running down hill as fast as I could.
Checking my PDA later, I saw that I did that faster than my average speed flying until that moment.
I reached the shore of the lake and a couple of fishermen gave me a lift.
They had seen me running, and were very interested in what kind of sport I was training for, in the coming Scottish Highland games ... they never heard of down hill running.
Like you all, they wouldn't believe me anyway so I decided to leave the myth intact.
Sofar, I haven't had much luck in this Low-(l)end competition.
First, an attack by angry birds of prey, and now by prehistoric carnivores.
I know the tasksetter likes "alternative tasks", but I wonder what comes next...
To prepare for that, I continue drying my PDA.