I have added a few snippets to whet your appetite.
Taxi to runway! Over. Roger, Oscar and Zulu are all on this flight today and could you please make yourself known to the captain. Do not keep your seat upright. Lean back and let your imagination go wild. Remember your neighbour in the seat next to you can’t see what you are thinking.
Tim grabs my stick, cold sweat broken on his forehead. He is bashing the snake. I have never seen anything like it. He is such a small man, deathly pale, with a big stick. He is using all his strength to flog the snake. The last and crucial blow sends the snake to the land of eternity.
The tears of relief are flooding our camp. What a release. The pressure is gone and it is time to get that fire going so that we can cook some food. The rain keeps us company for a couple of hours and when it is all gone the forest has an incredible earthy, mushroom type of a smell, mixed with fallen leaves in decay.
The pain starts to wear off after some twenty minutes. This experience is worse than cutting yourself with a knife, or sticking a needle in your finger, or worse than burning oneself on an iron. To cut it short, it is an unspeakable pain.
Wow! I am hitting rock bottom, a deep hole in the ground. I can hardly think. I close the freezer hoping the problem will go away. I call Peder and he comes out to see what his lovely, but by now very pale girlfriend, is doing. I open the freezer again. Gosh the problem is still there!
There is a rumble, almost thunder. Then a wild crackle as if it was New Year’s evening with fireworks and the lot. I must have dozed off. There is something totally wrong. Hell is loose! The moorland is on fire!