From my camp hotel in Livingstone, Zambia, I took "The Bus That Thunders" to the Victoria Falls Bridge, which spans the Zambezi River between Zambia and Zimbabwe. At the beginning of the bridge, I walked up the stone paved path to the office where I paid my $95, was weighed, and finally given a number by red felt marker on the inside of my arm.
I was all set to go and returned to the bridge to present myself at the middle where other bungee jumpers were being prepared to make the 111 metre jump. Immediately, I became a "Chatty Cathy" looking for commiseration among the other jumpers ahead of me. Looks of serious concern or forced bravado were the general countenances. First, I saw two young ladies jump in tandem; their shrieks only ended as they were being hoisted up after their ordeal. One Aussie woman looked nervous; yet, after the jump, she wanted to do it again. Her partner, on the other hand, definitely did not and complained about his ankles hurting.
I must admit to feeling uneasy as I have had knee surgery; but, had the urge to change my mind ever arose, it would have been the wimpiest thing imaginable. Once you're suited up, there's no turning back. Just as the time I was holding on to the struts of the plane on my first parachute jump and the instructor said "go", I knew I would have to unhesitatingly shove off after the man said "five, four, three, two, one - BUNGEE!" - and look good, too. Plummeting 340 feet at 110 mph was no fun for me. When the cord became taut I heard a "crack" and realized 3 or more vertebrae in my lower spine had been pulled apart as I screamed "Holy Fucking Shit!". Soon as the yo-yo effect had subsided, I did a couple of sit-ups to make sure I was okay (in fact, the jump did far more for me than any chiropractor could). Whew, now I could enjoy the swaying and gazing at the magnificent Victoria Falls and its rainbow while I was still dangling upside down.
The rest is anticlimactic and I'm sure you would like to view the slides which contain a video clip at the end.
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