Today I jumped out of a perfectly good plane. Skydiving is something that has
been on my bucket list for a long time, and I very nearly did it last year while
on my
Topdeck tour in Austria...
but opted for paragliding instead! However getting to this point wasn't easy,
thanks to this little thing called Covid-19.
I had always said I wanted to go skydiving when I was 30, but that year came
and nearly went, so I booked a skydive on my birthday earlier this year only
to have it (and everything else) cancelled indefinitely. Thankfully a few
months later things are gradually returning to normal and starting to re-open,
but for activities like skydiving that involve being close to other people and
crammed into the small space of a plane, masks were a must!
The next hurdle on my way to the skydive was my extremely loving and caring
mum, who is often scared for my safety when I go off adventuring. While she is
usually pretty cool about things, that disappears when it comes to skydiving.
She doesn't love small planes at the best of times, and the thought of jumping
out of one has always been a hard no. In my mid-20s, when she realised this
was an inevitable feat I was not going to miss, she more or less accepted it
but with one important caveat. "Do NOT tell me you are going skydiving until
you are safely back on the ground."
So with the slight-fib of "Hot Air Ballooning" and birthday money from my
parents, here we are in
Wollongong where I get to skydive from 15,000ft and land by the beach in Thomas Dalton
Park. The experience itself was amazing, such a rush from the initial point of leaving the plane and free-falling at ~220km/h, however it was not nearly as scary as I had
worked myself up to.
I guess you can put it down to the skill of my very experienced instructor/tandem-buddy Riss, but leaving the plane was smooth and to my surprise not at all disorienting. The free-fall was a lot of fun and the only thing that could wipe the smile
off my face was the wind rushing past... and into my cheeks. 10/10 would do it
again!
Oh, and then there's that one last thing: telling mum I went skydiving...
and that she paid for it 🤙
Love this blog post Dave - such a wonderfully candid response - your poor Mum!
ReplyDeleteHaha thanks Trish! I'm sure she'll forgive me... one day
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