Last week ten of my study abroad friends and I traveled the Garden Route from Cape Town to Tsitsikamma National Park. The route actually runs all the way to Port Elizabeth, but we only made it as far east as Tsitikamma for the world's largest bungee jump.
The jump is 216 meters (708 feet for those of us who don't really know the metric system) from the top of the Bloukrans Bridge almost into the Bloukrans River below. The bridge is the highest in Africa and the third highest in the world.
The jump was really only terrifying for the first two seconds, during which I screamed as loudly as I could. Once I realized I was falling and that there was nothing I could do about it, I sort of relaxed. By the end of my jump as I was hanging upside down I felt my heart rate return to normal and accepted that I was safe.
But I was still relieved when Spiderman came to save me
A lot of people have asked if I'd do it again, and the answer is probably not. Not because it was a terrible experience and I didn't enjoy it, but because it was just so incredible and powerful when I did it that I wouldn't want to change that. But it was foggy the day I went, and I heard the views of the ocean are pretty incredible..
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