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3-2-1 BUNGY!!!
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I took a deep breath as I weighed in and they
wrote very boldly on my hand, my weight for all
to see. I signed a waiver, acknowledging that
what I was doing could be dangerous, I had no
medical conditions and that I was sane, and was
sent out to wait my turn.
I always wanted to Bungy jump and while
traveling in New Zealand, where Bungy was
invented, it seemed like the right place to try.
I decided on a bungy operation perched precariously on a cliff overlooking Lake Taupo, one of the most popular Bungy spots in New Zealand.
“Ok, I want to watch a few Bungy’s first,” I said before I signed up and got myself into anything.
I walked around the side of the cantilever and watched. The bungy platform was suspended in mid-air over a huge deep gorge, with striated rocky walls plummeting straight down to the blue water below.
“Geez, that’s high!” I exclaimed. “Oh my God! I don’t know if I can do it?’
Watching along with me was a couple from Idaho who had already signed up.
“Alright, I’m going,” said Seth, the guy from Idaho.
We all watched as he approached the platform got strapped in and in the distance his small figure…jumped.
“Wow, he did it!”
Next Melissa his wife left to do her jump.
“OK time to go sign up,” my husband gave me a vicious smile.
I took a deep breath as I weighed in and they wrote very boldly on my hand, my weight for all to see. I signed a waiver, acknowledging that what I was doing could be dangerous, I had no medical conditions and that I was sane, and was sent out to wait my turn.
“Alright see you,” my husband said while walking back over to the viewing area.
I gave him a queasy smile and walked up to the platform. Melissa was still getting strapped in as I waited.
“You going?” she asked me.
“Yeah, I guess?”
Melissa stepped up to the edge.
“Good Luck!” I yelled.
“3-2-1 BUNGY!” she jumped.
OH NO MY TURN!!
“Step right up here luv,” the Bungy master told me.
I stepped on a scale again as I entered and then sat down to get strapped in.
“How you doing?” the Bungy guy asked me.
“I’m scared shitless!” my voice trembled.
“No worries! All right walk over here to the edge put your feet on the line. I’m going to count 3-2-1 BUNGY and I want you to just put your hands over your head and dive, OK?”
I agreed with a nod of my head and looked down. I couldn’t believe I was standing on an exposed edge of a platform looking 154 feet down...down…down! The cliff walls looked too close.
The Bungy tension tugged at me, pulling me towards the edge. I grabbed for something, anything! My throat was dry and my body said NOOOOO! It was so high. It was just me, no cage, no harness, and no parachute, just two straps Velcro-ed to my ankles.
“Ok mate, ready, 3-2-1 BUNGY!”
“I can’t!”
“Yeah you can you can do it. All right we’ll try again. 3-2-1 BUNGY!”
“I can’t do it. What if I don’t want to?” My heart was racing, my breathing ragged.
The Bungy master kept his cool. “You have to. You can do it, everyone can do it. Don’t look down. The more you hesitate the harder it will be, OK? Ready let’s do it now. 3-2-1 BUNGY!”
I closed my eyes. I leaned and fell forward. I was falling. I didn’t mean to fall. It was too late. The wind flew past me; I opened my eyes…water below…recoil. Again I was plummeting towards the ground. Then as suddenly as I had fallen it was over.
“Hey there,” yelled the guy from the boat below. “Just grab this pole.”
I grabbed his pole and then his hand.
“Ok mate, just look at your feet while I pull you in.”
Feet? Where are my feet? Oh yeah up there.
“Congratulations, you did it!”
“Thanks, I didn’t think I was gonna do it. It took me 3 times.”
“Oh, you did great, it takes some people a lot longer then that. At least you did it. See those guys over there, they’re the chickens, they didn’t do it,” he said pointing to a group of young sturdy-looking guys watching above.
After an exhilarating morning, we drove into town. In one of the shops a T-shirt caught my eye it said, “You need to be young and stupid, before you can be old and wise”.
Isn’t that the truth!
I decided on a bungy operation perched precariously on a cliff overlooking Lake Taupo, one of the most popular Bungy spots in New Zealand.
“Ok, I want to watch a few Bungy’s first,” I said before I signed up and got myself into anything.
I walked around the side of the cantilever and watched. The bungy platform was suspended in mid-air over a huge deep gorge, with striated rocky walls plummeting straight down to the blue water below.
“Geez, that’s high!” I exclaimed. “Oh my God! I don’t know if I can do it?’
Watching along with me was a couple from Idaho who had already signed up.
“Alright, I’m going,” said Seth, the guy from Idaho.
We all watched as he approached the platform got strapped in and in the distance his small figure…jumped.
“Wow, he did it!”
Next Melissa his wife left to do her jump.
“OK time to go sign up,” my husband gave me a vicious smile.
I took a deep breath as I weighed in and they wrote very boldly on my hand, my weight for all to see. I signed a waiver, acknowledging that what I was doing could be dangerous, I had no medical conditions and that I was sane, and was sent out to wait my turn.
“Alright see you,” my husband said while walking back over to the viewing area.
I gave him a queasy smile and walked up to the platform. Melissa was still getting strapped in as I waited.
“You going?” she asked me.
“Yeah, I guess?”
Melissa stepped up to the edge.
“Good Luck!” I yelled.
“3-2-1 BUNGY!” she jumped.
OH NO MY TURN!!
“Step right up here luv,” the Bungy master told me.
I stepped on a scale again as I entered and then sat down to get strapped in.
“How you doing?” the Bungy guy asked me.
“I’m scared shitless!” my voice trembled.
“No worries! All right walk over here to the edge put your feet on the line. I’m going to count 3-2-1 BUNGY and I want you to just put your hands over your head and dive, OK?”
I agreed with a nod of my head and looked down. I couldn’t believe I was standing on an exposed edge of a platform looking 154 feet down...down…down! The cliff walls looked too close.
The Bungy tension tugged at me, pulling me towards the edge. I grabbed for something, anything! My throat was dry and my body said NOOOOO! It was so high. It was just me, no cage, no harness, and no parachute, just two straps Velcro-ed to my ankles.
“Ok mate, ready, 3-2-1 BUNGY!”
“I can’t!”
“Yeah you can you can do it. All right we’ll try again. 3-2-1 BUNGY!”
“I can’t do it. What if I don’t want to?” My heart was racing, my breathing ragged.
The Bungy master kept his cool. “You have to. You can do it, everyone can do it. Don’t look down. The more you hesitate the harder it will be, OK? Ready let’s do it now. 3-2-1 BUNGY!”
I closed my eyes. I leaned and fell forward. I was falling. I didn’t mean to fall. It was too late. The wind flew past me; I opened my eyes…water below…recoil. Again I was plummeting towards the ground. Then as suddenly as I had fallen it was over.
“Hey there,” yelled the guy from the boat below. “Just grab this pole.”
I grabbed his pole and then his hand.
“Ok mate, just look at your feet while I pull you in.”
Feet? Where are my feet? Oh yeah up there.
“Congratulations, you did it!”
“Thanks, I didn’t think I was gonna do it. It took me 3 times.”
“Oh, you did great, it takes some people a lot longer then that. At least you did it. See those guys over there, they’re the chickens, they didn’t do it,” he said pointing to a group of young sturdy-looking guys watching above.
After an exhilarating morning, we drove into town. In one of the shops a T-shirt caught my eye it said, “You need to be young and stupid, before you can be old and wise”.
Isn’t that the truth!