Jumping out of a perfectly good plane
Trip Start Mar 17, 2007
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But, today, today is a big day for me: I am going to skydive! Pick up in a van full of (you guess it already) Japanese. And yes, the girl giving the introductions is ... Japanese and all my sky dive buddies are ... Japanese. The boring website of the company:
This article is less boring:
Once in 97.000 times, it goes wrong, says the article. If I calculate this: 1 on 3 sky dive instructors would die, if they work intensely for 20 years. Hmmmmmmm.
I meet Yuri, my Russian skydive instructor, who gears me up. The instructors make you even more excited then you already are! We walk to a real plane with real seats: much more sophisticated then Namibia. This time I jump from 8000 ft (last time 10.000 ft). At 8000, the stuff on the ground is still recognizable: the roads are visible and the cars driving on it look like busy ants. In a way, it is more scary then when you have the impression you are jumping in a computer game. But, it gives you less overview over the land and the free fall is shorter.
One, two, three: goooooooooooooooooooo. The free fall is amazing. Your cheeks are flapping around like a flag! When the parachute opens, it is surprisingly quiet and peaceful. Yuri lets me steer and takes off my goggles: I love it! When he takes the 'steering wheel' over, he twists and turns us around: very spectacular. I scream a bit. Hubby says I scream like a slaughtered pig. What do you think?
Here, they let the costumer land on their butt. Comfortable! I still feel all impressed when Yuri says: 'there is Hubby'.
I am hooked and will do it again where possible. I cannot convince Dr T.
Still all wound up, I want to go shopping. Tony does not. Guess who wins? He is determined to find a beach pub and he does! We have a beer, play cards (I win but it is veeeeeery close) and watch the sun set and the hundreds of Japanese on the beach. It is Saturday: they are here for the weekend.
To say bye to Guam, we have our meal in the HRC. I should remember for next time: vegetables in the HRC means: broccoli.
At home, I update my weblog and when I lay in bed to watch my Ratatouille someone rings my 'computer bell'. The Girls! We chat and chat. Also to my, nononono, THEIR Jr. Afterwards, I talk to my brother, who has his new laptop.
It was a great day: skydiving, beach, HRC but most of all: talking to the people I love! Yes, I admit: I do get a bit homesick and lonely, once in a while.
Tomorrow, we leave for Chuuk. We go diving.