Jumping out of a plane!
Trip Start Sep 23, 2004
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The next day was gloriously blue. It was perfect for our planned adventure. Tandem skydiving! Jill's expected fear failed to arrive. She had had nightmares- not about jumping, not about falling, but that her instructor who she was going to be tightly strapped to would be a skinny pimply youth.
Her fears were unfounded, however, and we both felt confident as we boarded our little plane and spiralled up into the sky
I was more aware this time, and didn't experience even the mild disorientation of my first jump. It was exhilarating. The air roared in my ears as I plumetted downwards. I could see the mountains; Tongiraro, Ruapehu, Ngaruhoe. The intense peacock blue of the lake below. The Eastern Cape, all the way to Whakatane and beyond. Was that smudge over there White Island? The photographer was fun but the level of interaction required to make good video distracted from the view. Eventually he spiralled away from us and headed down to land. Our parachute opened and we banked and twirled and turned, dancing in the air over sparkling water
The buzz lasted all the way back to town, all the while we sat by the lake with Lindauer and olives. We buzzed as we wandered round the smoking fumeroles of the Craters of the moon, and went out again to dance the night away and tell anyone who would listen that we'd jumped out of a plane. The next day, a soak in the hot pools and a wonderful massage were relaxing, but we still buzzed all the way home. Reunited with computers, we could watch our DVDs over and over... Jumping out of a plane is fun. But how do I top 15000 feet? Maybe the next one will be a solo jump.....