As they made it to the top of the mountain, Marcos and Marina observed the spectacular landscape that presented itself before their eyes: from where they stood, they could admire the whole national park of the southwest of Tasmania. The views were simply magnificent: dozens of crystal-clear, still lakes reflected the surrounding mountains with impressive detail. This landscape extended far more than what their eyes could see, and the vegetation that covered some mountains contrasted with the dark brown of the rocky formations. Marcos and Marina had been walking all day, patiently winding their way to the summit, and finally felt like they were being rewarded: for Marina it was the amazing scenery, while Marcos was more looking forward to the way in which they would make their way back down. Andrew, the experienced guide who had accompanied them on their uphill trek, made sure to point out the various hills and important places along the way. In addition, it turned out that he was also a professional paraglider, and he had suggested to return to the city of Hobart in that manner. The couple had accepted without much hesitation - they were amateur paragliders themselves - and now they were getting prepared to launch. But before, Marcos took out a light picnic from his Zipper backpack for Marina and himself, to replenish their energy prior to undertaking the next stage.
While they were having dinner, Andrew took care of setting up the material and briefed them on where they currents usually found in the area. They were waiting for the sun to start setting, as this created a unique atmosphere and light which would make their experience all the more extraordinary. When the time was right, the three of them proceeded to strap their harnesses on, prepared all the required material, and jumped one after the other: first Marina, then Marcos, and finally Andrew. What they felt while diving into the emptiness was indescribable, like a mixture between a roller coaster and a plane ride. With their hands, they pulled on the ropes to manoeuver in the desired direction, and see up close the most beautiful and interesting places in the valleys, navigating their way through the invisible hot and cold currents. Marina, perhaps because she jumped first, started to drift further away from the boys and seemed to have forgotten the path to follow. Marcos and Andrew proceeded to modify their course to go after her. Marcos cried out her name, but she was far out of earshot; thankfully, they all ended up landing near a beautiful lake. They were all so entranced while admiring the lake that the boys forgot to reproach Marina her temerity. The water was completely serene and transparent, as if no human being had ever broken its surface. Marcos and Marina removed their clothes and ran to the water in their underwear, holding hands. They remained there, floating and staring at the sky, as if swept into another world where time stood still and nothing else mattered. They stayed at the lake until sundown and before they knew it, the day had turned into night.
They returned to their bed-and-breakfast later than expected, and Mrs. Keans, the owner, fussed over them and let them know she´d been worried about their long absence. As Marcos fell asleep, Marina began to write down their adventures for the day in her journal, to make sure she wouldn´t forget a single detail.