SkyDiving

Cape Town, South Africa (day 13)

I expected to be terrified when the day came for me to jump out of a plane. Instead I was relaxed and grounded; possessed with quiet determination. I barely recognised this cool calm young lady.

This morning I boarded a taxi with three of my new girlfriend's and we headed north with the mission to jump out of a plane. We arrived at this shed in the middle of no where. There was a number of small aircraft's parked inside. Before long I was being dressed in my harness. I looked at the flimsy pieces of material and thought 'is this really going to prevent me from falling to my death'.

A few minutes later I was shuffled on this tiny plane that appeared to be held together using duct tape. Still I was not afraid. The engine of the plane roared and shook as we took off. We soared higher and higher. I was hypnotised by the beautiful, rugged scenery. I could have stayed in that moment forever.

Then we were 2500 meters above the sky and the screen enclosing us in the plane was removed. The nerves kicked in; as I was sitting with my legs dangling over the edge of the plane I screamed "I am not sure if......", to late I am falling.

Shit I am falling, yet I have never felt so safe. Adrenalin and courage rush through me as my stomach does somersaults. I am flipping and falling through the skies of Africa and I have never felt so alive.

Then the parachute is pulled and I am floating through the air. Now this is what I call paradise; peace, joy and serenity.

I feel like I can conquer the world. Fear no longer controls me.