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The site for this jump is just above Queenstown and has a great
view over the town and mountains. It's not an especially high jump,
but the slope of the mountain tricks you into thinking that it's
higher than it really is.
It had been 4 months since the Nevis
jump where I broke my ankle, but I was still keen to do another
jump. Clearly doing a jump with a cord tied around my ankles would
be a bad idea as I was enjoying being able to walk again, so I opted
for the waist attachment.
I managed a rather dashing backflip despite the cast on my leg,
and succeeded in keeping all my bones in an unbroken state. All
in all it was a pretty damn fine experience, until I went back to
the registration office to sign out. What followed really spoiled
my day and my relationship with the Bungy company.
In the reception area I spoke to the staff about the jump, saying
that I'd really enjoyed it, especially since it'd been a long time
since I'd been able to do anything adventurous due to my ankle. Most
of the staff had heard of my incident and were interested in all the
gory details which, being the insufferable show-off that I am, I happily
regaled them with it!
One woman became really snotty with me though and got all defensive.
I wasn't sure why she did as I never said it was the companies fault
or anything. Fair enough I thought, she can get pissy if she wants
too.
What I didn't expect though, was for her to run off to the senior
management the next day saying that I'd gone up to the site, badmouthed
the company to staff and clients, and said that it was the companies
fault that I got injured. Hey? When did that happen exactly?
So I went and explained myself to the head honchos to clear things
up (I met up with them regularly anyway as they're decent Kiwi blokes
who popped in when they could to see how I was doing - they always
came across as being concerned for my well-being rather than concerned
for the company image; something I was always impressed by as most
big companies wouldn't give a toss).
I cleared
it up with them, but it left a bad taste in my mouth - that
they might think that I really did slag them off. Because
I left Queenstown only a month later this feeling has kinda
stuck - like how the last song you hear on the radio before
you leave the house is the one that sticks with you.
Such a shame that all my good memories of the company got
spoilt by some tart with a chip on her shoulder.
Oh well. Rant over!
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Not my photo
- stolen from here
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The sun sets over Queenstown and the Ledge. |
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