Ooh errr! Death defying bungy jumping!
Trip Start Jan 05, 2006
16Trip End Jan 25, 2006
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We got to the site at 9:30 and got our first (last? Ooh shivers!) gander at the "drop". There was a bridge crossing over the Bhote Kosi river from which we'd be making the plunge. A 160 meter plunge I might add and just did. It was shockingly high, but my butterflies hadn't started their acrobatics just yet
I wasn't extremely anxious until I started edging my way to the end of the jumping platform. It was, without a doubt, the most frightening moment of my life.
Me: "AAAAAAAAAH!!!!! Oh my God!!!!""""
Nope. I didn't jump at the first countdown. My bravado went poof and a four-letter word slipped out (caught for eternity on DVD). Thankfully I wasn't a complete wuss and jumped at the second countdown. It was so incredibly difficult and I don't think I can put it into words. That open air, nothingness, trust, faith, God, death, all swimming around in my brain for a few precious seconds. Believe in a rope, that's all I could do and yet my mind couldn't fathom it. After all, it's only the second highest bunjy jump in the world. But there's no way I was going to chicken out and I didn't. I took that ONE STEP BEYOND and have it preserved due to the taping
During the rapid descent I screamed I'm sure but it all went so fast initially I can't remember what sounds/words I uttered. Once I bounced up and twirled, my nerves calmed and my senses caught up with my body. I started to sing, "Oh solo mio" at the top of my lungs and loved to hear the sound of my voice booming in that space. I was attached at the waist and at the ankles and was suspended for about a minute before being pulled to safety by a man holding a bamboo stick at the side of the river. I'd do it again for sure.
Afterwards, I had to hike up the side of the cliff to rejoin those waiting to jump at the top. It was a bit tiring to hike what with my heart still racing from the jump. Over the next couple of hours, everybody successfully jumped and then we sat down to a buffet lunch that was quite tasty. We also got to watch all the video footage from each jump. I purchased the DVD of my jump and can't wait to show family and friends how crazy I in fact am. Of all the female jumpers, I was by far not the most afraid as the tapings proved. One Japanese girl took at least 4 counts to jump and the form of my plunge was better than most of the other ladies (there were 5 of us and I think I was the 2nd best).
Finally we headed back to Kathmandu at 14:30 arriving at about 17:40. As I was getting off the bus, I spotted one of my memory cards on the floor of the bus and when I looked inside my my digital camera bag, my 256 memory card was missing! Frantic searching and panic ensued. I got tearful when I couldn't find it. Thinking of the nearly 150 shots I'd taken on the trip and irrevocably lost had me quite UPset. It wasn't until I arrived back at the hotel and searched my other bag that I found it. A choir of angels broke into a chorus of "Hallelujahs!" and I literally dropped to the floor of my hotel room and thanked God profusely. A lesson learned. I wasn't that hungry so I went out to a bakery and bought a sesame bagel and cheese scone. That was my dinner in its entirety. I went to bed at about 9:30.