Today was the big day! The day I decide to jump out of a plane. As some of you may know height aren’t exactly one of my strong points. I used to be be petrified as a kid of them. But what better way to get over your fear than to fall to your possible death ay?

On route to Rainbow Beach after leaving Nomads in Noosa. Feeling a little under the weather from a mixture of the famous Fraser Island Flu and one almighty hangover. For anyone worrying about what is Fraser island flu. It’s just a cold/flu bug a lot of people get either on or after Fraser Island. Don’t worry it’s not deadly, or at least I still live to tell the tale.

Mark, Jack and I arrive at the Skydive Australia shop. Already super nervous, my appetite was gone, From looking at all the video’s of the skydives with the company before we see large planes with multiple tandems in. This is not what we were getting. At there Rainbow Beach branch, they have a smaller plane which fits two tandems in only. Mark being the brave one decided to go first with a stranger up in the plane. Top Lad! Meanwhile myself and Jack waited. Mark comes back all pumped saying it’s amazing, and the realisation that I’m about to jump out of a plane in a few mins is sinking in.

We all hop in the 4X4 to the runway, mark tagged along to take photos of us. All strapped up we walk over to the tiny plane. We decided that I was jumping first as if I saw Jack go first I probably wouldn’t do it. We take off, and slowly fly our way up to 15,000 feet. The plane shook a little, look out the window to see how high we are to ask are we nearly there. The Skydive guy I’m attached to laughs and says we are only at 3,000 feet. (Insert Charlie shitting himself face).

We get to 15,000 feet and I’m asked to slide up the shutter door. OMG my heart dropped. Listening to other travellers, I looked up and stared at the wing as I’m sitting on the edge of a plane thousands of feet in the air. The skydiving instructor asked why I wasn’t looking down and decided to make me look down. Wouldnt recommend if you was a scared as I was. I put my head back in the plane, look at Jack and say ‘I hope i see you again bud’ then bam. The free fall.

Honestly, I can’t describe how it feels to give it justice. It’s a freeing feeling, you don’t really know whats going on. All I could see is blue as I’m in the sky above the sea. Remember as kids you would open your window on a motorway and stick your head out and get a rush of air and you can’t really breathe. It’s like that x100. Shouting my head off, and a few swear words later the parachute gets pulled. Now I wouldn’t say the free fall was that scary once you’ve jumped as you can’t really tell where you are. Once the chute was pulled the was a sudden realisation of ‘Oh F**k, we’re high up still’. Once I got over that it was actually really peaceful gliding about. I got pasted the handles and got to turn the parachute which was fun and made us go horizontal at one point looking down. looking up to see Jack above me in the distance. Fraser Island looked amazing from above.

As we got lower we started to see the flags on the beach to were we were going to land. And before i knew it, legs up and we landed on our asses. The feeling after with all the adrenaline was amazing, making me instantly want to do it again. I think it definitely has helped me with heights, I’m not that bad anymore and I would do another jump.

Have a look at the photos and video below to see it for yourself.

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