Why You Should Never Bungee Jump in a Bikini
Why was I stood on a platform 44m over the River Nile? In a bikini? What is it about a day of white water rafting with friends that pulls a person with no previous interest in bungee jumping up eight ladders?
Adrenalin is not to be underestimated!
Actually, I felt nothing less than invincible. After only a few hours of bouncing around in a boat, and bombing into the water!
Friends down below in a bar that hung over the cliff. Me at the top, gobsmacked by the view. The density of the forest, the vastness of the land and the sky, the rush of the water.
Sitting down, the guys up there wrapped a towel and the elastic cords around my ankles. I didn’t even ask for an explanation. Adrenalin apparently numbing everything but excitement, enthusiasm and certain success!
Did I want to touch the water or be submerged? Was I going to jump off the platform or roll off? They were calculating the length of the cord for my weight and preferences. Touching the water would be fine; you go deeper if you roll off, I was going to jump.
Standing with my toes wrapped over the edge of the platform I could see my friends in the bar below, and all of their cameras. They all thought I was nuts, I laughed.
So why wasn’t I jumping?
Without any fear, and despite overwhelming enthusiasm my legs just wouldn’t jump! I stood poised, perfectly ready. My brain subconsciously refusing to tell my legs to jump. Minutes went. I was unaware of them. Just as ready as I had been minutes ago.
Do you know what the likelihood is that you’ll jump, after you’ve stood for 4 minutes and not jumped?
’Can you just push me a little bit?’
Apparently they’re not allowed to do that. Which I guess makes perfect sense!
I think he touched my arm, ’this body does not want to be pushed!’
Do you know what the likelihood is that you’ll jump, after you’ve stood for 5 minutes and not jumped?
I wasn’t contemplating any of those questions anyway!
OH S**T I LEANT TOO FAR!
I’m not joking! I literally fell off the platform.
I have no recollection of the falling more than closing my eyes right before I plummeted into the water. From outstretched arms to calfs. And up up up again. Then there was an awesome moment of complete weightlessness, when everything seemed to stand still. Down and up again, that feeling was fantastic!
Why was there something around my wrists?
I glanced in horror.
No, it wasn’t the bungie cord about to rip my hands off…
It was my bikini top!
– Which in that moment, felt like an even worse scenario. Hanging upside down like a trapped bat, trying to redress myself, as the guys in the boat beneath rowed closer to meet me.
As regards photo evidence. Let’s not go there!
If you’re after embarrassing stories, I certainly have more! …Why’s it ALWAYS about underwear?!