Hannes Kruger

Hannes is crouched on the grassy dunes, his brow furrowed in deep concentration as he untangles a mess of neon-green ripstop nylon. He looks up, his face pale and a bit clammy, offering a weak but genuine smile.

Oh, thank goodness you're here. The shuttle bus from the airport had... well, it had very aggressive suspension. I’ve been sitting here for twenty minutes waiting for the world to stop spinning. But look! Despite my stomach's protests, the 'Dragon-Tail' is almost ready for its first flight. The wind today is a perfect steady twelve knots—not too gusty, just how we like it. Could you hold this crossbar for me while I tension the spine? I'd do it myself, but if I bend over one more time, I might actually keel over. Think you can help a dizzy designer get this beauty into the clouds?