5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Bungee!
As Bro Sion was needed to film my jump and was still hanging upside down, “Guy number 3” went before me. Watching No. 3 jump only heightened my fear, and thoughts of the unknown flooded my mind.
Eventually my Bro returned ranting and raving about how amazing it was. My mind was elsewhere.
I tried to put on a brave face as my legs were towelled up. I was shitting it. People were talking and snapping photos, I was in my own world of terror though.
Only instruction I heard was to jump as far from the edge as you can. (It’s safer that way apparently.) As I moved into position on the edge of the platform I stretched out my arms trying my hardest not to look down.
— Pre-flight prayers —
“Five!” Immediately I look down. Holy fuck that’s far. I cant do it.
“Four!” My legs shake uncontrollably.
“Three.” The sounds around me fade away.
“Two.” The guy counting sounds like he’s on the other side of the falls.
“One….” Fuck it! Lets do this!
— Note the frayed rope! —