Do I have a fear of heights? How do I put this delicately? It is not really the height that I am afraid of; I am terrified of the drop, especially if there is nothing restraining me from plummeting into the abyss.My mind quickly jumped into gear and considered the possibilities. My first thought was of bungee jumping. “Ai Chihuahua,” I thought as the sweat trickled down my forehead, “do I have the stomach for that?”
Of course I can do it; my cardiologist just told me my heart is very strong.
Then Susan came to the rescue with a convenient way out, “You could always volunteer to manage the video camera capturing your team mates’ adrenaline rush.”
“Nah,” I quickly dismissed the idea. For the last twenty years or so I have been threatening to ride the big roller coaster that comes to Port Elizabeth every year. This year Sue persuaded me to put my money where my mouth is and I took the plunge – literally – proving to my family who STEADFASTLY REFUSED to join me that I am not a wimp after all.
This is an adventure challenge, so bring it on and I’ll do the plummeting, as long as that elastic band is securely attached to me.
But then I thought, it may just be abseiling down a slight incline or a gentle canopy tour in the forest – that is enough to scare many people off.
Whatever it is world, I’m ready for it.
PS: I had no sooner finished writing this when Susan well and truly committed me to my fate, “Great news - I think you then well and ready for the BUNGEEEEEE”
From my archives: Bloukrans Bridge bungy jumping - if you use a microscope you will see the victims ready to take the plunge from the centre of the arch