It was our last day at Rotto today. The fellas wanted a flight around the island in a Cessna plane. Over the fortnight I’ve stacked a bike, been stung, cut on glass, grazed, and nearly fell down a cliff. Rotto has had it in for me. Rather than crash to our deaths, I voted instead for mini-golf at Brett Heady’s Family Fun Park - the only way we’d die mini-golfing would be if a Cessna crashed down onto the course. Peer group pressure won out and I joined the flight.

We were 10 metres off the ground before my worry abated - I figured that given I was doomed to crash to death, I may as well enjoy the view. The view was awesome, and the pilot did a few tricks: flying straight up, flying on the side with the wing pointing down, and hard banks leading into turns. The flight turned out to be the best 15 minutes of the entire fortnight, and we had taken plenty of happy snaps, on the off-chance our parents would want photos of our last moments alive.