I started hanging when I was 36. Probably I've hung before, but not as intentionally nor as intensively as I did the past few weeks. It all started on a holiday to South-Africa. I had exactly 11 hours on the plane to imagine my upcoming holiday. I pictured myself and the ocean, my glorious waving hair in front of a mountain, me and my rented car with a dangerous animal on top of it. While sipping my second glass of wine, I decided not to be just the next tourist sipping wine