Uh ... wow.

The pier was too crowded, so I had to borrow a pair of stilts from the nearby Cirque de Soleil. I was about to be offered a job by the circus, when I collapsed onto the big top and brought the whole thing down. A bunch of clowns chased me all the way back to the airport, on those funny little bicycles, but I outran them. As I got to a safe area inside the airport, I shouted with a German accent: I'll be baaack! The strong man ran his index finger horizontally across his neck, and the mime fired an imaginary bazooka at me. That's when airport security had enough, and arrested all of them on some terrorism charge.

This was either taken from Santa Monica Pier, or Julian is trying out a pair of stilts. Even if the air is a little hazier than Terrigal, this looks like a nice day at the beach. Kid's scheming to catch seagulls looks very similar on any continent.