In the three days I was here, at least six people told me about the hottest trend, called “Balconying”
A tourist gets loaded and decides that the hotel pool is close enough to a high-rise balcony to risk a jump. Four people had died in recent days, and the season is waning.
I’m headed to a wedding on the cape next weekend. Thankfully it will be to cold for me to be tempted to take a dip.
Unless I’m really, really, really drunk.
Here's a thought I'll only have when this late ( Its dawn here). I wonder if one of the dead tourists was a suicidal, who heard about these high rise jumps and thought: '' I'd better get a ticket to Mallorca, that is my shame-free way of qutting the stage''. Death by accident lands much softer, and raises less questions.