Return of the mountain goat

With a reputation to uphold (that of a mountain goat with climbing ropes for legs) my first location shooting the Giro was up a tree. Quite a way up a tree.

My tree had been recently pruned (quite aggressively actually), so I was finding it difficult to blend in and avoid being noticed. It wasn’t long before a passing polizia moto spotted me and called out. However, instead of telling me to get down he simply smiled and kept yelling ‘Panda’ (I would have gone with ‘Koala’ personally).