Hacked Helmet

In the midst of my last minute packing frenzy, I noticed the hacked-up state of my helmet.

It's almost as if someone visited Kew in NSW, bought themselves an axe from the "Big Axe" (see post below) and re-enacted the Mac slaying wild pig. scene in Predator ... on my helmet.

Talk about poor aim.

Need to get some winks. Need to get up in a few hours, at which point I will be Japan bound.

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