The bridge - 216 meters down!
We made our way to Storms River Village and outside of town is the world's longest bungee jump - 216 meters long! Now we've been talking about doing this for the last week and I wasn't so sure I would actually go through with it. I've been sky diving before, but that is not as scary as jumping off a bridge for some reason.
We arrived and saw the bridge and I wasn't so scared at that point. I just told myself this is supposed to be fun! Plus the company is very professional (100% success) and they have a back-up harness on you so if the foot holds give out, you'll still be good. The launching area is under the bridge, and we had to walk on this grated cat walk that was suspended under the bridge. When we started across that my nerves kicked in again because I could see through the grate and how high up we were.
Getting strapped in - I had the most serious face the whole time and was paying close attention to everything he did.
There was a group of 25 of us going out there. Kori said she would go first in our group since I rode the ostrich first, but they order you by weight and as it so happens, they called me up right away! (Incidentally, I've gained 10 pounds since traveling. Ahh! I guess the fact I don't run anymore and I eat and drink like there is no tomorrow will do that to you, but I expect the intestional issues I plan to have in India will counteract this.) Anyway, they called my name sooner than I expected and I was just like, OK, just do it.
I sat down and he strapped in my legs, explaining the material used. I paid close attention. On the DVD of the jump, I have the most serious look on my face the whole time.
On the edge
They got me all hooked in and then I had to hop to the edge with two guys holding me on each side. They count down from 5 and you are supposed to jump on bungee, and I managed to jump on cue, worrying about my form. I wanted to launch out there and not just fall. I was most concerned I'd hate the feeling of falling, but as I went over I actually loved it! I think it's about 4-5 seconds of falling and then you feel the pull on your legs. The water below was rushing fast toward me and then it was over, with a few pulls before you stop and just hang there waiting to be retrieved. This outfit has someone come down and get you versus dropping you down below. The retrieval was the scariest part for me. The guy came down and hooked some caribiners on and unhooked the bungee cord, but I noticed one of the carbiners was not hooked on and I freaked.
There I go!
I was grabbing lines and the guy's legs (he looked to be about 13 by the way) asking where is that attached, but he got it hooked up and all was fine. I still clung to him for dear life until I reached the platform again. And it was done. I jumped off a bridge! Whee...
Then we went back to the hostel and I had a massive adrenaline rush headache, but that was cured by lots of alcohol. The jump was our main reason for hitting Storms River, so we headed onto Jeffrey's Bay the next day. Now I am in beach-ville and the number of hot surfer men is enough reason for us to choose to stay one extra night (Ash just likes to surf). I honestly am sick of the sun, though, and just want to sit in the shade and read, but at four this afternoon is a beach volleyball game and then some comedy show at the hostel. This place is one huge party for sure. The bartender and staff were still up drinking when I got up this morning. Oye. Only ten more days and I hit India, so I'm going to just chill on/near the beach, hopefully hit up Swaziland before Jo'burg, and just enjoy my last few days on this magnificant continent.