Bungeeeeeee

It was Fiance's birthday this past long weekend and since I figured he would know just about any gift I could buy him, I decided to throw a little surprise into the mix. That being to take him bungee jumping. I don't think I thought this through because I am always such a wuss when it comes to these things, anyone who was at my rap jumping experience a few years ago, would testify to this. This is not to say I won't be a good sport but I tend to enjoy these things more in retrospect rather than when they are actually happening.

In order to keep this a surprise, I roped in my bestest friend to add to the experience. She managed to get fiance to keep his head down while we drove past the umpteen signs that would give away our secret. When we arrived at the site, we were directed to a scale to get weighed. It is definitely a good thing to have a scale since I am sure some people would attempt to bend the truth. That being said, while I certainly do not have weight issues, it is quite weird having your weight emblazoned on your hand for all to see.

After a not so short walk to the bridge we were finally there. This is when the scared little girl inside mi let out a little 'Eep!'. It was really happening. It was comforting to know that Fiance was scared too. Best friend had no worries, she wasn't jumping, her role was simply to moral support. And to point and laugh as we found ourselves getting more and more scared...

We watched two people go ahead of us, who were very quiet on their respective jumps. We all thought that they may have passed out from the stress. They were ok, I think we may have been projecting our own worries onto them.

Eventually the time had come. I was harnessed in and equipped with my foot braces and clipped to the bungee cords, which are quite heavy... no one tells you that. My shaky legs took mi onto the ledge and the jump instructor asked mi to lean out over the edge. you would think this would be easy. Hell to the No!! Every single cell in my body was screaming for mi to turn around and move myself to a safer spot on terra firma. Thankfully, the countdown was quick and before I knew it, I was flying through the air. For anyone who has had a dream about flying, it felt exactly like that. It was amazing! There was a split second where I thought the cord had forgotten about mi because there was no recoil. I waited and waited, and wondered if I would meet my Maker through this one decision to jump off a random bridge in Krugersdorp. Thankfully, before I could panic any further and ruin the experience, there it was. Now the recoil kinda sucks. I flopped around like a fish caught on a hook but eventually that passes and you are lowered to the ground. Aaahhh! safety.

I went first so I could enjoy Fiance's jump. He seemed to enjoy it so I can say that my idea was a certainly more of a hit than a miss. Unfortunately he has now been bitten by the bug and we have decided to locate the highest bungee in SA, which I believe is in the Eastern Cape. Hmmm, maybe I can add Zorbing to the itinerary.