Best bungee jump video
Before you get to the jumping part, you have to sign various legal waivers in case something goes horribly wrong. Then you are weighed to find out which coloured bungee cord you will be attached to. Most people appeared to be green (lightest), but I was red (heaviest). Another knock to my confidence.
I queued up. The line was getting shorter. I was ready to go. I turned on the helmet camera, psyching myself up like Rocky Balboa heading to the ring. "And in the blue corner, Andy 'why the hell did I agree to this' Trotman!"
I was called forward. Here we go, I thought. This is it ...
"Hey, the red light on your helmet camera isn't blinking."
Someone had forgotten to charge the camera. I had been preparing myself for this moment, and now I had to wait for at least half an hour until the camera's battery charged. As you can imagine, this did not help my nerves.
Every bar that appeared on the camera's power meter seemed to take forever. I was close to tears. My emotions were shot.
By the time my camera had charged, I was to be the day's last jumper.
A harness was put around my waist, attaching me to a backup bungee line. Then another went around my feet, this time connecting me to the main rope. It was so tight that the only way to get to the cage was to take little bunny hops. My confidence – and sense of dignity – took another blow.
And then came the journey up – metre by excruciating metre. A crane slowly lifted the cage ... now in line with the tops of trees, we must be nearly there ... I look up: nowhere near the top. Still rising ... I can see the roads around the centre ... now the docks several miles away. The wind starts to pick up. We reach 400ft. The wind is blowing a gale. The cage I'm in is rocking.
The little door in the cage is opened and I'm asked to stand with my toes over the edge and rest my hands on the edges of the cage. I don't hear this final part. I cling to the cage for dear life, turning my knuckles white.
I think seriously about backing out. I need reassurance. I nervously ask one of the staff members: "Have you done this before?"
"This? No way. People who do this are crazy."
Not the answer I was looking for.
Another "helper" takes me through the routine. "I'm going to count down from three, then you jump." During a bungee jump, you aren't pushed and you don't just fall out. No, you have to jump. Wilfully, purposefully, throw yourself into a 400ft drop.
My mind was racing. "I can't do this, I want to go back down."
I heard "three" and then "jump". Amazingly, I did.