Skydiveeee!

To continue on my adventures at Mission beach I decided to book and do a skydive.

I have wanted to do one for so long and had previously thought about doing it in the UK however it just seemed a little more special to throw myself to my death in Australia instead.

Some friends of mine had been booked in for a couple of days before but due to the unreliable Australian weather they had to be cancelled as it would not stop raining.

I was convinced that mine also would be cancelled and on the morning of the jump was expecting to receive a phone call telling me to stay in bed. However this was not the case.

We were picked up and driven to the jump centre where we were advised that they were going to try and get some people up however due to the low clouds it was not looking likely. So off I went to park myself on a bench planning to catch up on the sleep I had not had due to getting up early.

After what seemed like hours but really was probably about forty five minutes a guy came in and told us to get downstairs and ready as they were going to try and get us up, still the whole time telling us they were not sure we could jump.

I was put in my sexy harness and introduced to my dive instructor (ladies you would have been jealous of this one as he wasn't too bad on the eye) and off we set to the field to board the plane.

When we arrived we were once again stopped and told we were not sure we could go up and by this stage I was starting to get a little nervous and just wanted it to happen. The next thing I knew they were given the go and we were all being rushed to the plane and strapped in ready to take off.

Finally we were up in the air. This was when my nerves really kicked in and I was thinking to myself what the hell was I doing? Why would anyone want to be so stupid as to throw themselves out of a plane and hurtle towards the ground? Too late to back out now.

After about twenty minutes of climbing we made it to our required height of a measly fourteen thousand feet. Ahhhh!

We circled for a bit, went through the safety instructions and then bam the door was open and the three brave soldiers in front of me took their places and were literally sucked out of the plane. Just as it was about to be my turn they slammed the door shut and hit the red light which basically meant the people on ground had said we couldn't jump.

I was gutted, I had come all this was only to be told once again we might not be able to go. However after about another five minutes they changed the light to green and I honestly do not think I have seen someone move as fast as what my instructor did. He wasn't taking any chances and before I knew it we were out that door and flying through the air.

I can honestly say free falling is the strangest feeling in the world. It does not really feel real and you sort of feel like you are just hanging in mid air. By this point I was no longer nervous and was just embracing the moment.

After sixty seconds we opened the parachute and floated the rest of the way over the sea back down to the safety of the beach doing a few spins and me on occasion being trusted to control the direction.

Once we landed it all sort of felt like it had been a dream but an amazing one.

Would I do it again? Yes but not any time soon. The adrenalin rush would be too much to have again so quickly and besides there are many other things I need to tick off my extreme sport bucket list.

Next stop - bungy jumping :o)

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