Holidays may be your time to relax, reconnect with nature, wander the beaches, explore islands, sample the delicacies, hop from winery to winery, spice up your relationship, or… jump out of a plane, swim with sharks, ride bareback, hike to the top of a mountain, kayak from one destination to the next, or white water rafting over swift rapids.
Have you tried any of these?
I would say the two activities that took a bit more bravado over others was definitely swimming with sharks and sky-diving. Out of the two, sky-diving was the most exhilarating thing I have ever done.
The plane climbing and climbing, being tightly strapped to your instructor (yes, pretty snug, and didn’t mind that at all). You know your time is near, others in the plane cast nervous smiles before mentally going over everything that was discussed on the ground.
The door is pulled open, a gust of wind almost knocks us all backwards. My instructor shouts something completely unintelligible. Suddenly, I feel my body being propelled out of the plane, free-falling from 12,000ft. Completely unable to let out an incredibly girly scream. Just when I think the fall is never going to end, the parachute is yanked, jolting upwards, then… complete calm. Mountains drift past, clouds hover above, and my instructor begins to ask me what I do for a living. 🙂
Yep, floating above Queenstown, we talk about my novel, about his family, and what got him into this profession in the first place. It was just like chatting to a friend at a restaurant; except you can’t see them, you are pressed tightly against their chest, and an entire city lies thousands of feet below you. What would you prefer? 😉
Legs outstretched, we begin our descent, landing safely on the field we took off from.
Truthfully, the free-fall was not something I would want to repeat again. However, floating thousands of feet in the air gave a sense of complete freedom, in awe of what we take for granted. Looking at a mountain from the ground cannot do it justice. Peering down at the rugged edges, snow still caking the surface, sun reflecting off the specs of trees and rivers haphazardly running through.
Yep. Sky-diving in Queenstown wasn’t just my most adventurous activity, it was an experience that I cannot completely do it justice, you will just have to see for yourself. 😉
Like and comment if you have been sky-diving, and where?
