How high is 14,000 feet? (by KCT)

Trip Start Aug 11, 2009
Trip End Feb 19, 2010

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Flag of Australia  , Queensland,
Sunday, December 6, 2009

I had been talking about it since forever. I even put it on my Must-Do-List for this trip. And finally, the day arrived. It was the day of St. Nikolaus. There weren't any stockings filled with candy canes, instead tons of paper work was given to us. We read about diverse risks, we even read that the activity was underlying some hazards of luck. And then we also had to sign it. OK.

I felt queasy, really queasy. Mihai was sitting next to me, offering me some lunch and was talking. What was he talking about? I don't know, I couldn't understand any of his words, I just saw his mouth moving. I was so nervous, I couldn't eat, I couldn't talk. All I could think about was the sight Mihai had shown me on our flight from Sydney to Cairns couple days ago. Shortly after the captain announced that were preparing for landing, Mihai noticed that we were at 14,000 feet. It was so high, 4,267 meters, more than 4 kilometers! We couldn't distinguish houses from cars, people from trees. We just saw some green, some brown and water.
And now we were about to jump out from an airplane from this altitude. Yes, I'm talking about skydive, about free falling for 60 seconds with a speed up to 200 kph.

I think if I hadn't been talking so much about it, I would have probably copped out. And after hours of waiting, the eagerly awaiting moment also arrived. We were assigned to an tandem master who put up our gear, and without knowing we were sitting in a tiny aircraft, taking off to reach our height. The ride on this tiny plane was very scary as it bounced up and down with the wind and it took us about 20 minutes to get up there.

Once we were up there, things happened so fast that there was no time for fearing. My tandem master pulled me to the door, told me to throw out my feet, I watched my feet dangling in the airflow, saw a spectacular scenery of the outstanding Mission Beach, and then we hopped.

I remember first going upside down, facing the aircraft and the sky. It was so pretty, watching the clear blue sky getting farther and farther away from me as I fall and I smiled. Then we turned around, facing the azure blue sea on the one side, the tropical rain forest fringed by a golden beach on the other side, and I could feel how we sped up, how the wind was blowing into my face and made me deaf to all sounds. I didn't hear me scream. And I screamed the hell out of me. Not because I was scared, but because it was so much fun! It was such a amazing feeling free falling for 60 seconds. No words can describe it, but I can tell you that I was still smiling when I went to bed that night. It even makes me smile by now, when I think about it!

And I can't wait to do it again - it really makes one addictive - but I think that the next time, I won't be less nervous than I was this time. But it's a part of the fun. And nothing else is scary.

Unfortunately we can't provide any pictures of that day as our USB-Stick with all the Aussie pics got stolen. Yet, believe us, we did it. And again, we both, Mihai and I, would do it again as it was fuxxing awesome!
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