Bungy-jumping in Phuket
by Admin ~ June 17th, 2009. Filed under: Phuket, asia, bungee jump, extreme sports, travel.
Standing at the edge of a life in danger of being snuffed out -
With such thoughts calming me, I got into the act. Paid the fees. They used a lift-like contraption to lift me up 50 metres from the lagoon. Before that, they strapped my ankles with cords and paddings that can support 100 of me. Not bad. I felt like Spiderman during the ascent up on the outdoor lift. No problem. I can fly.
Upon reaching the top, my knees felt weak. My nerves failed me and I told the guy next to me “Er,… I think you need to start the lift down.”
“Huh, no way. Just jump. Don’t think. No refund if you don’t jump.”
No refund? Ok, I have lived this long, had some major heartbreaks and other breaks, I guess life up to this stage had been worth it. It was an eventful life - challenging but fought hard to the end, although punctuated with many R & Rs sessions in exotic spaces. Life is to be lived after all, and since play had been a big part of my life, I guess it’s only poetic justice to die while at play.
At least, my body parts don’t get all splatterred up in pieces should I hit the water at breakneck speed. Breakneck? Oh, I forgot, it would be like hitting the brick wall at that speed. Still, the image of my heroic death in a romantic setting was too tempting a thought. So, I plunged.
Heading straight into the water. I glimpsed my past for a split second.
It was a safe landing. They pulled me into dry land, a wooden platform by the lagoon edge. It took like 5 seconds for the entire jump.
For surviving my death wish, they awarded me a Certificate of Courage. I now know why some call it a “Hair-Raising experience”. For some strange reason, my hair was standing, I mean it was in a “raised-up” position after the fall. Despite the strong pull of gravity, my hair refuses to stand down. It was raised the entire time until I washed it.
To date, only a few people have seen the medal, I mean the certificate. Shall I include it in my next job application i.e. “Successfully performed death-defying stunt”
See that? I did fly! 
Heading straight into the water. I glimpsed my past for a split second. 
Hang on. Something abruptly stopped me from jumping to my watery grave. Ah, the cord - the cord. A sudden jerk up and down again. Then up again. My stomach felt like it’s somewhere up there. Or was that my heart I left up there? Couldn’t be. I felt my heart pounding at breakneck speed. 
