My Experience Bungee Jumping

There I was, just standing there in the distance watching one person after another jump right off a 700ft bridge (216 meters). Then being slung back up, then back down, then back up again, then back down again… okay you get the point. 

Location: Tsitsikamma, South Africa 

I still have NO idea why I decided to bungee jump. The choice was super impulsive to the last minute of not giving myself time to think about it. No room for second guessing. 

You watched one person after another stand with their arms out to the sides at the very edge, as two other workers stand at the edge with you going,

“3..2..1 BUNGEEEE!!!” 

Now, it’s your turn. You’re all geared up at this point and your feet are wrapped together tightly, so you hop to the edge, and yes I tried hopping away from the edge and I got nowhere. I realized I was in too deep and that in the next 15 seconds I was going to be jumping off a bridge. 

And now… 

you’re goddamn free falling my friend. 

They told me to try to jump out because it would look cooler in photos. To make this all worth my while I made it a point to jump as far out as my little frumpy legs would let me go, and to my surprise I started shooting straight down. Not for a second was I gracefully free falling. I don’t know what made me think something like that could possibly even happen. 

I guess I just tried being as optimistic as possible, because I also attempted to make it better by telling myself that as I jump all my “bullshit” will be behind me and I’ll basically be reborn. Yeah, I don’t know.

Anyway, I was falling right into earth’s gravity with my eyes squeezed shut. The feeling is hard to explain, yet I know that’s probably what you want to know most about. 

I screamed for sure, I think more than once. You know that thing you used to do when you were younger where you lay on your stomach then someone held your arms up and after 30 seconds they slowly brought them down, and you felt like the ground was never reachable? Well, that was this, but your entire body, faster and way longer. 

Then all of a sudden the ropes start shooting me back up. 

This part with pretty cool honestly. But also brutal because you go back down, then back up.. I won’t repeat myself again here, dangling by your feet and your arms having no choice but to hang as well as  your neck and head. 

Once the rope stopped moving I was at a point of just hanging there. For a second it was amazing. So peaceful, looking down at a beautiful view of a river, green trees, and hearing nothing else but the birds chirp. Obviously a moment I may never experience again. 

I waited until I heard a “helloooo!” A man comes down on his own set of ropes to pull me right side up and gets me back to the top.  

For a real bug out, they warned everyone that the kind of knot they use to keep the rope attached to your feet, when you fly back up, will feel like the knots are getting loosened.  

AND I STILL FRIGGIN’ JUMPED

Even though I expected to feel helpless I was very aware of the fact that I was very secured. They put you in a harness as well. So even in the worst case I would’ve still been attached and fine. 

I understand this is a super scary and INSANE thing to wrap your head around, I still make a face when I watch the video of me doing it. But this is an attraction for the public and all the workers make you feel as safe as they possibly can before you nose dive off a bridge.  

If you’re reading this because you’re contemplating bungee jumping on your next travels… do it! It was pretty terrifying but you can’t beat the weirdly accomplishing feeling and adrenaline rush it’ll give you.   

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