Day 318… its finally a sleep in day before we rise for a light/non-existent brekky before we go SKYDIVING! I find myself strangely calm as i suit up, but the enormity of this particular adventure will probably hit me either as we take off, listen to the safety briefing or… most likely and definitely, when the door flys open and i am staring out of a perfectly good, aerodynamically sound plane and into the yawning abyss below before we leap. On the way out, we pass an alsation dog running with the car… he was big, dark furred and FAST! We clocked him with the vans speedometer at 45km/hr!
Now to the skydive… I’m 1st up and still oddly calm as we suit up and go thru the safety procedures. Then we board our tiny little single prop plane and take off for the wild blue yonder. It’s a lovely view of the desert and salt mines and Swakopmund itself, until the door flys open. Still fairly calm. My instructor and i wriggle over and I tuck my legs under the plane. NOW it hits me and I am mildly aprehensive. It’s a long way down. And i really dont care if anyone doesn’t believe I was relatively calm as opposed to blind panic that most people assume is associated with skydiving. It is actually quite calming. Everyone in our little group found that, from 22 years young to 60+ years young. .. it was a great experience.
Anyway, then we dropped… and that meant there was some serious adrenalin pumping going on. But i was shouting in sheer joy as we plummeted and the ground decided it would come up to say ‘hi’. Then a scant 30 seconds later the chute opened and we began our decent. I was laughing my head off as we headed at a more responsible pace towards the surface of our planet. I even got to control the direction for a while as we went, before homing in on the start point and landing in a controlled superhero skid of maybe 5 meters towards H.Q. Others landed like delicate butterflys, but i liked mine! A truly stunning experience and one in highly recommend doing!
After a quick tasty burger for lunch and a nice icy chocolate milkshake, it’s back into the air for some sightseeing. As we soar for 2 hrs our little plane passes over
Then at night we go to the Tug restaurant (made out of an actual old tug on land) and one of the best fish meals i have eaten, as well as tastiest mocktails i have drunk.