to tell you the truth about a month ago i thought jumping out of the plane sounded cool and all, but i probably would never do it. I mean don't you think it is kind of stupid to jump out a plane about 2 miles up in the sky and just fall for 30 seconds hoping that when you want it to your parachute will come out? well it kind of is. (oh and from the picture you can tell as much talk as i am... i was afraid)
too bad this what i did yesterday and once i jumped out i wasn't scared at all about a parachute but just enjoyed the ride.
from the beginning... six of us got picked up from campus and driven to the airport by a guy recommended to us by someone we met at a backpackers a couple weeks ago. From there we went to the Pietermaritzburg airport, had basically no introductions and signed our lives away. (no one has died from this company in 18 years, and the person tied to my back had done over 3,500 jumps in the past 7 years). We went in groups of two up in the small plane with no door and flew around pietermaritzburg mountains for about 15 minutes before he informed it was time to swing my legs out the door.
I didn't even have time to really think before i realized we were falling through the sky. I laughed pretty much the whole time thinking how ridiculously awesome the whole thing was and how we were just falling. All of a sudden the parachute came out and the ride became peaceful, quiet and mellow. You could see everything which was awesome and i kind of felt like i was flying, you know when you jump off the swings, but slower. We did some twists and spirals in the air before landing sitting on our buts in the grassy area by where the airplanes land.
And it was over, almost as fast as it had all begun. My legs felt like jello when i stood up and i immediately wanted to do it again. Too bad it is kind of an expensive hobby, i guess i will just have to watch the dvd over and over to relive it.
too bad this what i did yesterday and once i jumped out i wasn't scared at all about a parachute but just enjoyed the ride.
from the beginning... six of us got picked up from campus and driven to the airport by a guy recommended to us by someone we met at a backpackers a couple weeks ago. From there we went to the Pietermaritzburg airport, had basically no introductions and signed our lives away. (no one has died from this company in 18 years, and the person tied to my back had done over 3,500 jumps in the past 7 years). We went in groups of two up in the small plane with no door and flew around pietermaritzburg mountains for about 15 minutes before he informed it was time to swing my legs out the door.
I didn't even have time to really think before i realized we were falling through the sky. I laughed pretty much the whole time thinking how ridiculously awesome the whole thing was and how we were just falling. All of a sudden the parachute came out and the ride became peaceful, quiet and mellow. You could see everything which was awesome and i kind of felt like i was flying, you know when you jump off the swings, but slower. We did some twists and spirals in the air before landing sitting on our buts in the grassy area by where the airplanes land.
And it was over, almost as fast as it had all begun. My legs felt like jello when i stood up and i immediately wanted to do it again. Too bad it is kind of an expensive hobby, i guess i will just have to watch the dvd over and over to relive it.
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