Jump off of a perfectly good bridge, why not right? Bungee jumping has always been on the top of my list of things I must do. In London bungee jumping was on the itinerary but got taken off due to availability. So when looking for things to do I knew Jumping off of the tallest bungee bridge was something I had no choice but to do.
Now some people told me I was crazy and most just shook their heads. The main theme was that I should definitely do it now while I have the guts because as you get older the more fear and reality set in. As time got closer to go to Africa that became more than true.
There were several times I may have text Jen (more than likely drunk) and made her reassure me I wasn’t going to snap my neck. My biggest fear was not the jumping, the equipment, the possible lax standards in another country, no my one thought was that my clumsy awkward self would somehow move the wrong way and snap my tiny little neck. Jen being the trooper that she is reassured me that I would not die and we were ABSOLUTELY not backing out of this as we had told waaay too many people.
Fast Forward to South Africa the night before we were booked to go bungee jumping. We stayed at a treehouse in the forest. The treehouse was everything we wanted it to be….had we been honeymooners who enjoyed spiders the size of my head watching me shower. When we booked this beautiful Tree House with amazing views, baboons outside your window, and spiders the size of your head we weren’t completely aware how far off the path we would be and that our treehouse was 100% glamping which means there isn’t any food within an hour of the main cabin. We arrived at said treehouse starving, tired, and completely out of clean clothes.
That night we ate peanut butter crackers, ostrich jerky, and protein bars. During “dinner” at the main cabin we realized with our shotty internet connection that it would take about 2 hours to get to the Bloukrans Bridge at 8am. Meaning we would have to wake up at 5am. At this point I was willing to give up. I would sacrifice bungee jumping to get a few precious hours of sleep. Jen however would have none of this plan. We found a way to rearrange our plans so we could go shark cage diving and she was going to get me to the Bloukrans Bridge even if she had to drag my grumpy butt out of the spider infected tree house before sunrise.
We managed to survive the night after jen bravely made sure all the huge spiders were outside the treehouse safe and sound. She even broke her “no spider left alive” rule and got the spiders out with a strainer and a pot. The next morning we woke up at 5am tired and grumpy (ok maybe that was just me) and drove 2 hours to get to our bungee appointment.
We arrived at the bridge right on time with empty stomachs. The problem with waking up at 5am is nothing is open to eat. So I ate the remaining peanut butter crackers and Jen refused to eat anything in fear of throwing up during the jump.
When we arrived FACE Adrenaline got us all suited up and ready to jump. The scariest part of the jump for most is walking across the bridge. The jumping point is on the second tier of the bridge. They have a DJ and equipment on the bottom part underneath the actual road. It was surprisingly a nice set up. I basked in the walk underneath the bridge looking below and jen threatened to push me off if I didn’t stop talking to her.
Somehow I managed to be jumper number 1. Not exactly my favorite idea but a theme Jen and I have is that I pretend to be the brave one when it comes to heights. I try to avoid acting scared so Jen can panic alone in silence. Being jumper number 1 left me no time to freak out or think of all the ways I could snap my neck.
I had decided weeks before jumping that I was going to make my jump emotional. As cheesy as it may sound I wanted to turn my fear of letting go and literally jumping off of a bridge into a moment of truth for me. I was going to think of all the things that hold me back, get me down, or things that have happened that are out of my control. I was going to leave them on the bridge. Jumping off of that bridge would be a moment of pure freedom and bliss. It would be my own moment.
Jumping was everything I wanted it to be. As you can see in the video I hesitated at the beginning, not out of fear but rather I had not been given the chance to clear my head and leave it all behind. Once I was able to do that, I gladly jumped off that bridge and free fell toward the river below. In that moment, I had never done anything better in my life.
I highly recommend Face Adrenalin bungee jumping. They made sure we were completely at ease and had no questions. Most of all they kept us alive.
Jump off of a perfectly good bridge, why not right? Bungee jumping has always been on the top of my list of things I must do. In London bungee jumping was on the itinerary but got taken off due to availability. So when looking for things to do I knew Jumping off of the tallest [...]
Bloukrans River Bridge, Tsitsikamma, Plettenberg Bay, 6600, South Africa