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Fear of Falling

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Today was the day of my dreaded ordeal – the bungee jump!

After several problems in trying to reach Bray Lake via public transport, and having to be rescued by my friend with a car, we arrived to see a huge crane where people were already jumping off. There were queues of people who had jumped/were waiting to jump/watching people jump, so there was quite a good atmosphere building.

In the run-up this week I’d been getting so nervous, and my rising trepidation didn’t ease as I walked toward the crane. However, after seeing several others jump, and gradually losing the feeling in more and more of my cold toes (we had to take our shoes off), I just wanted to get it over with. I was almost slightly excited as I was helped into my waist and ankle harnesses, and stepped into the crane basket.

When we rose up to the top though I looked down and started to become afraid. The guy up there with me opened the gate of the basket and told me to step toward the edge. I tried to step back and began to realise I might not be able to go through with it. He was having none of it though, and made me cross my arms over my chest before tipping me out into the open air below before I even knew it was happening.

I think I probably screamed the whole way down, with my eyes screwed tight shut. I don’t think you realise quite how fast the ground comes toward you when there’s nothing but air in front of you. It’s one thing to enjoy free-fall at Thorpe Park when you’re strapped into a chair, but incomparable to the absolute fear of dropping with no rope beneath you, and no cushion of hydraulics. Once the rope caught me, it was actually quite enjoyable, but I don’t think I’ll ever be doing it again. One experience is enough!

Here are some photos from before and after my jump, and a very short video taken just before the camera batteries ran out.

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See the video here.

Please, please, please, don’t let me have become mentally scarred for no reason – if you have yet to sponsor me, go to donatetoabigail.blogspot.co.uk. Everything that is fund-raised goes toward helping cover accommodation and visa costs for the duration of my stay. This volunteer placement is entirely self-funded, and I need your help in order to carry out vital research for the fantastic charity SICHREM.

Thank you for all your help, and I hope you enjoyed witnessing my pain!

Mad Ideas

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After last week’s success in the fundraising stakes, things have gone less well this week. The Rotary Club have no monies left for me, and my cakes that I left in the work canteen got thrown away by the kitchen staff. Damn them and their food hygiene! Having also sent off my dubious application to the local council, and having just received a pay cheque substantially lower than what I expected (:O), I decided it was time for to take drastic fundraising action.

Initially I was contemplating a sponsored skydive, but the cheapest I could find cost over £200. £200 for 30 seconds of free-fall!? Next was bungee jumping, but I really hate the idea so just put it to one side. I then found an online offer to take a fire-walking course – amazing! – but it was all the way down in Taunton. It was looking possible, and I was about to use my tesco vouchers for the 5 and a half hour train journey there, when I clicked the button ‘activity days: adrenalin’ and found that I could bungee jump for absolutely nothing (well, in fake tesco money).

So I’ve now ended up doing the one thing I least wanted to do, and actually feel quite terrified about it. I love free-fall rides at theme parks, but I’ve been on those bouncing things too where they strap you in a harness, and I hated the feeling of being pulled back up again. :S The only thing that will make me jump off the edge of that platform is knowing people will have sponsored me. Might have to get a helpful shove on the day. I’ve set the date for December 1st, what a way to start Christmas! 😀