If skydiving is on your bucket list, then well hello my friend, that makes us best friends by default, yo.
I still remember that eventful morning. It was in the coastal paradise of Abel Tasman National Park, Nelson, New Zealand. The weather was surprisingly brilliant despite the rather gloomy skies the past few days. This adrenaline junkie decided that if she’s going to skydive, she’s going to do it big, so we went for a pretty high altitude at 16,500ft with Skydive Abel Tasman. It was awesome.
I always imagined myself jumping off a perfectly good plane strapped to a perfectly smokin’ dude so I was slightly disappointed that Mae got the better-looking one. Still, Chris is awesome and he made me feel safe. Surprisingly, I don’t recall feeling any fear at all throughout the whole process. Most of the time I felt nothing (gasps) and I suppose part of the reason why was that everything just happened so fast. I remember getting dressed, all fluffed up in so many layers, getting on the plane, getting strapped onto Chris, looking down on the layers of green and blue, Mae going first, real quick, then BAM I’m out, straight into the skies. Perhaps the scary part was the initial fall, and that ‘falling’ sensation that took over my stomach for a few seconds. I told my tummy to get over it.
Afterwards, I had about one minute of freefall, which is, believe me, a bloody long time up in the air just falling, falling, falling, falling, falling (well you get the idea). The air was in my face, my ear malfunctioned and my eyes teared. I’m sorry to say I couldn’t wait for the freefall to end. It was mix of pain, euphoria, crazy thoughts running through my head, unbelievable views and yes did I mention, pain. Halfway through the air, I began regretting my sleepy decision to put on eyeliner that morning, which I know, is one of those things you’d totally expect anyone to be worrying about when you see them plummeting through the skies. Then the parachute came, a sudden pull upwards, and a slow descent. Now that was the magic part. Mountains iced with clouds up front, the sun peeking through, the blue sea hitting the shores, and the really nice square patches of green at the bottom. I can’t quite describe it well but trust me when I say that the view of Abel Tasman from the top is incredible. In fact I think it is one of the best places to skydive in New Zealand in terms of gorgeous views.
Mae puked twice on the bus back, that poor bugger. The rest of the day was spent sailing and afterwards a 12.4km coastal trek back to my accommodation. After that day, apart from the satisfaction of checking
skydiving off my bucket list, I also earned all the associated bragging rights that comes along with it. Trust me, that is good enough a reason to actually just get on with it and jump off the plane already (HAHA).