You can’t come to New Zealand without expending a bit of
adrenaline. It’s the country of high impact activity, with the opportunity to
scare the Bejesus out of yourself.
I decided that I had to give it a go, starting with this bungee jumping
thing, just to see what all the fuss was about. And to prove that I “still had
it”, what ever “it” is.
So I strung together a stretchy cord from some rubber bands
and a few lengths of Sally’s old knickers elastic. Then with one end tied to
the high branch of a tree, and after a few moments of reconsideration, I
launched myself into the void.
The idea was fine but the execution fell short. Something to
do with misjudging the length of the cord. But it’s not important. The result was the
same as I hit the ground at some speed. Luckily I landed on my head before
crumpling into a heap.
From what I can judge through the fog of recovery there
doesn’t seem to be any lasting damage, so I am now ready for rafting the rapids.
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| Sally managed to capture the moment of impact but no lasting damage can be detected |
Alright, now you are starting to worry me!
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