So that’s what everyone comes here for: staring into a giant gigantic hole. From different angles (18, to be exact). Do you know this feeling - once you concentrate on a particular thing you all of a sudden start seeing it all over? To be honest, after stuffing all the holes in Wilma with construction foam we couldn’t help but keep on calculating how much foam it would take to fill in this gigantic Canyon while biking along the south rim under somewhat harsh conditions...
Until we chose to have a look at it from above in a helicopter. Man, was I happy we hadn’t put the construction foam in! We flew along the most impressive rock formations, listening to the pilot’s equally impressive choice of music – “I’m learning to fly” and “Knocking on heavens door”, although “Free falling” might have been a little tough on the guy behind me, who wanted to return home just after we had taken off. Unlike this happy fellow...
