
Well i 2 days ago I went skydiving with Mitch at Caloundra on the north side of Brisbane. One word: Awesome. We decided to do the 14,000ft jump as thats the highest we could possibly go, and if we were gonna fork out a wad of cash may as well get the most of it right?
Well let me describe the whole thing in as best detail i can…
First we showed up, they suited us up and explained to us what to do (after forking out our cash of course). They informed Mitch and I that once we were ready to jump we had to slide to the edge of the plane, tilt our head back and cross our arms. Then they’ll tap our shoulders and that’s our cue to bring our arms out. That was pretty much it. Simple enough… Mitch’s instructor was a chap named Jason (!?) who later told us that he’d been jumping for 9 years. My instructor guy was Dusan (or something), and he’d been jumping for over 30 years… woot.

Then we walked over to the air strip and got in this tiny plane. First thing Mitch noticed once hopping in the plane was that there was duct tape on the wing and in the cabin… not too re-assuring. Then the pilot attempts to start the plane up and it just chugged and died and he’s like “Hmmm… doesn’t wanna start for me today…”. Yeah, not the best thing to hear before skydiving i can tell you that. But we stuck it out, and the plane got moving.
After take off it just felt like a regular flight, same as a passenger jet. Just noisier… And it got really cold because wind was through the spaces of the flimsy door that kept us inside. We kept going up and up but i didnt get nervous or anything… It really just felt like going on another trip to Sydney or Melbourne… Like i’d look down and the view was just like what you always see outside a plane (funnily enough). But yeah, no adrenaline rush or anything yet…

Mitch’s instructor had an altimeter guage on his glove and i could see us slowly approach 11,000ft… then 12,000ft…. By the time we hit 13,000ft our harnesses were locked in with our instructors’, sunglasses were on and we were ready to go. The door opened up and that’s when the adrenaline started to kick in. Mitch went first, so he slid over to the edge of the plane with his instructor and then just disappeared. That really kicked off the adrenaline, seeing him disappear so damn quick. It was weird as.
Anyway, I was next so slid over the edge, head back, arms crossed and away we went! I couldn’t really comprehend what was going on at first. All i could hear and feel was wind! The first few seconds were a bit of a blur, but i snapped out of it when my instructor tapped me on the shoulder to signal me to put my arms out to the side. Then the first thing that hit me was the cold. OMG! It was like… ice cold razors were slamming me in the face. My eyes started to water behind the sunglasses. Then i finally started looking around. Let me try and explain what it looked like… The ground NEVER seemed to come any closer. If you could imagine taking a camera onto a plane, taking a photo of the view outside your window, printing that photo out and sticking it onto a piece of paper, you’d get what it looked like. Nothing really got bigger during freefall.

After about 30 seconds or so of freefall my face and ears were killing me. I kept trying to block it out but it was way to painful. But i kept on checkin out the surroundings, because the awesomeness of the jump out-weighed the pain. Then i felt my instructor start rocking us back and forth and i knew he was about to pull the rip-cord. I braced myself because the jolt always looks really hardcore on movies and stuff, but it wasn’t that bad. It wasn’t even a jolt, i just slowed down very quickly… which makes perfect sense when you think about it lol Then we were floating in the air, it was completely quiet. I had to equalize my ears because they were hurting big time, but they were ok after that. It was really cool just floating down. I got to really take in the surroundings, and the lower we got the more it warmed up. I saw Mitch below me. We got really close to buildings at one point which was cool. Then we came in for the landing, which was surprisingly soft.
I must say that the feeling one gets whilst skydiving wasn’t even close to what I expected… Not once did I actually feel like I was falling. Like I never got that feeling deep in my gut that you usually get from roller coasters and stuff. But yeah… I absolutely loved it and would definitely like to go again some time… maybe after Japan, or IN Japan… We’ll see…
Well that’s it for my Skydiving adventure, I’ll do another post with a vid i’m trying to upload onto youtube of me and Mitch skydiving. My computer is too shit to handle an upload so i might have to head into uni to do it…
Ciao for Now!









