Skydive

After a fitful night sleep plagued by dreams of falling, I awoke to face my fears. If you remember back to my first ever post, I pledged to become a Yes Girl. In theory, I have always wanted to do a sky dive but the thought of actually jumping out of a plane terrifies me to the core. So, when we decided to take a trip to New Zealand I knew it would be now or never. Queenstown is the home of adventure sport in the South Island making it the perfect place to make the leap.

After barely keeping down my breakfast, come our jump briefing my nerves settled and my excitement grew.

At the dropzone, everything happened fairly quickly, leaving us little time to back out. We were harnessed up, introduced to our instructors and boarded onto the plane. Squeezing the hand of a very scared Cat we made our ascent over the mountains and into the clouds up to 12,000 feet. 

One by one we shuffled to the door before launching ourselves out of the plane. The initial couple of seconds of free fall was both the most terrifying and amazing thing I have ever experienced. 45 seconds later the parachute hauled us up allowing us to drift slowly back to earth. The next couple of minutes were easily the best of my life. I looked out over the mountains, the lake, Queenstown and miles and miles of New Zealand countryside. Birds must be so appreciative of our world because from that high up there is nothing you think about but the beauty of Earth. If there is a God, he did a damn good job when he built this place.

I would like to say a massive thank you to NZone and Milan for getting me up there AND for getting me back down. To the rest of you, if you’re thinking about skydiving I cannot urge you enough to take the plunge – you definitely won’t regret it.

They say you should do one thing every day that scares you. I think this covers a lifetime.