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Okay, the jump where I broke my ankle is dealt with here,
but I'll get to that in a moment.
I also have videos of two of my bungy jumps HERE.
Anyhow, I both love and hate bungy jumping. I love it because it
is the most scary extreme activity you can do…
okay, Russian roulette is probably worse, but out of all the
activities that are possible to do with a commercial business,
this is the Daddy. |
Internal jewellery
courtesy of the Nevis |
The Pipeline jump
cures all drowsiness.
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Anyhow, I also hate bungys
because they are the most scary thing you can do.
Out of all the extreme sports I've done, they are simply the
most pant-wettingly terrifying. It's scary enough standing
at the end of a plank of wood above a precipice, with no harness
other than a cord tied to your ankles, but to then convince
your body to jump off into thin air, borders on madness. Every
time I've stood there on the end of that plank I go "what
the hell am I doing? Why did I just pay hard earned cash to
do this?". What an adrenaline rush though!
The first bungy I did was the 111 metre Victoria
Falls Bungy, and I'd been violently sick only an hour
before from food poisoning. As a result leaping off wasn't
so hard as my mind was addled from the stomach bug, and trying
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I remember though,
that the moment I left the wooden plinth a thought rushed
through my mind. Actually it was more than a though: it was
my Id, my Essence, my Homunculus - a voice not part of my
consciousness but the voice of my subconscious. It said: " What
the hell are you doing??!". A fair question really.
As you plummet all the alarm bells start ringing " Danger
Will Robinson! Something is seriously wrong!! Flap your arms!!
Aarrrggghhhh!!!"
When I did my second jump in Slovakia,
the voice said, and I promise this is true, " oh no…
not again!*".
Since then the voice has kept quiet, clearly resigning itself
to its fate, which hopefully is the last of my brushes with
Schizophrenia.
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Trying to not get my
leg cast tangled up
at the Ledge
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That said, maybe I should have
listened to it - for in New Zealand I had a "told you so"
experience - shattering my ankle at 128kph doing the Nevis
jump.
You can find out more from the following table,
which lists in chronological order the jumps I've done:
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