The local town threw their first kite festival, and they got everything perfect. We drove past early this afternoon when it was just getting started: crisp, sunny fall day. Lots of wind. Dozens of colorful kites of all different sizes and designs just beginning to ascend.
Thirty meters away, massive high tension power lines.
Boy, the Austrians take their kite competition seriously. That ‘d be worth packing some weenies, marshmallows and a welder’s mask into a picnic basket and making a daytrip out of it.
“High tension” is right. “Oh, look at that lovely… uh oh! oh! oooh! awww… wait! yes! [BTZZZZZZ] yessss!”
(I hope nothing happens or I will have to change my name and run off to the desert or join the priesthood or something.)