In my N is for New Zealand post I detailed two of my fabulous experiences black water rafting and tandem parascending. In one of my more devil-may-care moments, I signed up to a tandem skydive!
When I signed up, I went for the delux I-may-never-be-stupid-enough-to-do-this-again package of a skydive from 12000m (any higher and oxygen is required) , an exit shot, photos of the intrepid traveller plummeting through the air, and a video of said intrepid traveller (hopefully) surviving the experience.
Flying to the jump zone is definitely the worst part. I was, not to put too fine a point on it, absolutely bricking it! Certainly up to that point I had never been more nervous in my life, and my tandem partner’s quips about “it all being too much” and him “having a bad feeling about this one” were not appreciated! Mercifully I did not have to actually pluck up the courage to make the leap of faith. I was shackled so tightly to my evil-death-wish tandem partner that we had to shuffle on our knees to the door, where, after a photo of my least courageous moment (above), I had to rest my head right back against his shoulder to avoid whiplash. He simply leaned forwards tipping us out of the plane, and before I knew it I could see the plane slowly disappearing between my feet!
Once out of the plane I have to say that a sky dive is not scary at all (no really!). Whilst you are probably travelling at a faintly scary rate of notts, you’re so high at this point that there is no sensation of the ground rushing towards you. The wind is whistling past your ears, but other than that, it is simply a question of enjoying the scenery. I did my jump at Lake Taupo, which is a lake surrounded by snow-capped mountains so it was utterly breathtaking. My kamikaze partner had to tap me on the head to draw my attention to the cameraman, I was so fixated on the scenery!!