|Not pictured: my face rippling from the acceleration.|
One thing that cropped up a lot when I was telling people I was going to be doing a skydive was that they would tell me that they could never do something that scary - something which I don't really comprehend, at all. I mean, yes, it's a bit high and all, but it's with trained professionals, who jump on a daily basis - these people know what they're doing! And, well, if it did go wrong, it wouldn't matter for too long anyway. I'm more scared of going somewhere on my own and having to make new friends from scratch than jumping out of a plane - oh. Wait. Shit.
|There are not very many pictures where I look at the camera.|
The first sixty seconds were the most intense, mainly because they were spent in freefall - and lemme tell you, the pressure change was fuckin' agony. Felt like my ears were boiling. Not fun.
|I'm not smiling. The wind's just pulling my face off.|
Would I do it again? I'm inclined to say yes - it's one hell of an adrenaline rush, and has spectacular views. Trouble is, for about twelve hours afterwards I also had the biggest bastard of a headache I've had in a good long while, and my ears still haven't quite equalised properly. But it was totally worth it. Take that, gravity.
|Mid-air encounter with Pac-Man.|