There I was, two hundred meters up, swaying in a parachute harness over the total blackness below. Night jumps into mountains, I thought, can make for rather uncomfortable landings.

And I did land. Fortunately, I was limp and made a pretty good PLF. When I stood up I realized that I'd badly sprained my ankle.

Nevertheless, I gathered up my pack from the equipment chute (luckily, it didn't land far away and the tiny beacon guided me to it) and started to walk the two kilometers to my target. Two quite painful kilometers, and that's if they had dropped me on the correct LZ.