DAY ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FIVE: Bungy
Normally spelt bungee but not here. Vicki came with me to the bus.
Whilst we were waiting there three other lads waiting all of which were looking
incredibly nervous. I got chatting to them and learned they were from London,
there were two Scottish girls there too. We all talked until we got there and
they said ‘David, you’re first’ I was confused to why they deduced that but
turns out I was the group fatty and the fatty goes first. Me being the fatty at
a grand total of eighty four kilograms, which shows travellers are generally a
starving bunch.
We harnessed up,
since I go climbing I understand the thin nylon straps were more than strong
enough to hold my weight where as the others looked doubtful. What I did doubt
the strength of was the Velcro straps around my ankles, I know all the weight
is tied to my waist but it’s still a little nerve racking. Eventually were lead
to the platform you’re sat down as they attach everything to you. And you’re
lead to the edge, the sheer weight of the rope and metal clasps was nearly
enough to drag me over the edge. The whole process is filmed so you have no
option other than to jump and I must jump instantly, mental count down, 3..2..1
GO. I went the feeling of falling like that is an unbelievable feeling and all
doubts quickly vanish, especially when you feel the bungy take hold and drag
you against gravity.
It’s such a
fantastic feeling and best of all is I have it on DVD.
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