Bunji Jumping

Goal completed at Hackett Bungy Queenstown, New Zealand. My certificate reads "MM has just received an instant injection of adrenalin and euphoria by leaping from the Kawarau Bridge, the original bunji site, suspended by no more than a length of latex rubber." The jump was 142ft, which may not seem far but in many ways was half the problem.

AHHHHH!!!! Unlike sky diving which I had completed just a few months prior to this crazy expedition- I totally do NOT have an interest in bunji jumping again. No way. No how. "Why?" one might ask. Well, to be fair, I'm just a chicken and when I can see the rocks I'm going to hit in the rushing river below, I am just not interested in taking the leap. My journal entry for that day should explain away any confusion:

Day 157~ Bunji Jumping 12/17/03

"Today has been memorable for many reasons. I've been to a Chinese Village, shopped in Arrowtown, spent tons of time hanging with my best friends from around the world, but most of all... jumping off a bridge 43m above the Clutha River at the original bunji jump. 

Standing in the middle of the bridge, I had no time to prepare myself after the weigh-in. There I was all wrapped up with a towel around my ankles and suddenly looking down into a gorge on the very edge of a tiny platform- ready to jump. Funny- just then I realized what the hell I was doing with the river crashing below me. Fear struck. I turned white as...shaking settled into my bones... could I jump? I soon sat back down for a pep talk with my instructor. "Push me," I said sulking, "If I don't jump on 1, push me." "No... wait... don't I have to do it myself?" "No," again, "push me." I did finally jump (by myself I'll have you know), I did survive, but it was all a flash of green and blue, whip lash, bouncing... I really forget now. Never again- but I did it."

Older and wiser now, perhaps I would do it again. Or not.