Chris has left for Europe and took the camera with him. To help me battle my withdrawal symptoms (no camera=sad day), I will be working on photo-editing skills with GIMP on old photos. This also ties in nicely as I will be focusing this month on old travel memories. It is about one month out from my departure date and I am getting excited to go!
This series will start off with a bang: Two years ago, I jumped off of a dam. No, I did not want to end my life as a puddle of liquidized person at the bottom of the dam--I was bungee jumping in Switzerland at the highest stationary bungee jump in the world, at Valley Verzasca.
Getting suited up to go jump off of a bridge! In addition to securing the bungee cord to my ankles, I wore a body harness on that the rope also secured to as an additional safety measure.
This thrilling experience was given to Chris and me as a wedding present by a large group of Chris's college friends and it remains one of my strongest memories of living in Europe. I am afraid of heights (not debilitatingly so, but a bit) and it took all my willpower to step off the edge. The wind was really strong--I thought I was going to be knocked off before I could jump! I was convinced I was going to die, but I am so glad I went through this experience.
The fall took about 15 seconds total, then it was a long wait while a wench was slowly sent down to me, I fastened the wench to my harness, then the wench pulled me up.
The fall itself was not what I expected--it was long, the cord was very bouncy, and the rebound drop was very high as well. I had intense tunnel vision towards the ground, and as soon as I felt the cord tightening against my ankles at the bottom of the fall an intense feeling of relief overpowered me. All in all, a great experience but most likely not one I will be repeating anytime soon!