For most of my trip I have been dithering on whether to do a bungee jump or not, and as arrived we arrived in Queenstown, my time was up, I had to decide. After a wee look at some of my options, I thought, stuff the bungee I'm going to do something different...the Canyon Swing.
Along with 6 other idiots we were driven out to the canyon and saw for the first time what we had let ourselves in for. 109m up from the river, there was a platform where we would jump from, then a freefall of 60m and then a lovely swing across the river once at the bottom. Sounds rather nice doesn't it?
So after getting all my gear on, I watched two people ahaead of me do the jump and survive, I was good to go. The staff began hooking me up. chatting away to me (clearly trying to distract me but it was a hard task when all I could think of was jumping off this darn platform!) Then the time came. I had to jump. I had a very brief moment when all I thought was 'you're not going to die so just do it!' And I did. My feet left the edge and I was gone...apart from my lingering scream echoing through the canyon. After the freefall, I swung a little which was actually quite relaxing as the scenery was beautiful, plus it gave me some time to get my breath back. I was pulled back to the top and released from my harness. I was on such a high. After a chat with my fellow thrill-seekers, there was no doubt in my mind that I would do it again. My second jump was a little more scary on the scariness scale (my first was a 2, my second a 5. Eeek!) I could tell you all about that one too but its best if you just take a look.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=wXq4Pwb4asI
As you can tell, I was petrified. But it was awwwwesome!
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