THREE: What if I find out that I am a coward, finally?
Travelling the N2 eastbound I noticed there was an offer nicely matching an open item on my list of things to do before entry into nirvana: The world’s highest Bungee Jump (certified by Guinnes’Book of World Records). I thought: wow, if I’m going to do it once in my life, why not go for the real thing…
Wandering the catwalk onto the bridge, lot’s of empty space unfolding below the translucent stretch-metal pathway,certain doubts started unfolding as well, about what the heck I was doing here. Life is so precious… But then, there was a fight started by the lady called ratio, who argued that I had ust donated 580 ZAR – only to coward away? Oh shit. That thing went on, even when I was standing at the edge, toes dangling beyond the rim already. luring into the Bloukrans river, this tiny silver thread shining between the treetops 216 meters below.
But then, five, four, three, two, one – BUNGEEEEE…Gosh, I did it!
(And don’t tell me that you also have hopped off a 50 meter crane in Belgium last summer! Pah!)
Continued in the next post … and see what happened before.
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