Bungee jumping in Pokhara: A lifetime memory
I was walking up, higher and higher, my legs stiff due to the tightly wrapped harness. "This is half suicide," these words said by my instructor were still ringing through my head. We were walking upwards towards the jumping platform the best of exhilaration had awaited me. I was about to do something that just spoken of terrifies the light-hearted and would be in the nightmares of even the strongest men; Bungee jump.
My mum was strongly against me doing this but felt like she had no choice but to let me go because I had been talking about it well before we arrived in Nepal. In the office where I had signed up to bungee jump, the woman dealing with us wasn't even sure if I was legally old enough to do it. She called someone and described me as a young 13-year-old and asked whether or not this would be safe for me and before she put the phone down told them I was quite big. She said I could go and I don't know if then my mum was relieved or upset. I also saw that in the contract I had to sign, I was responsible for my own death. I wasn't unsettled by this however.
After landing from the fastest, steepest and longest zip flyer in the world with my thrilled dad, we arrived at the bungee jumping site. Once I had come down I had seen a large path that lead to the jumping platform and was surprised my mum didn't scream. As I made my way forward I met a man named Kai who had come all the way from America with his Nepalese wife and who had also come to see Pokhara's beauty. As I approached, Kai was taking a picture of himself with Fishtail mountain. The alluring scenery greatly contrasted with the horror of bungee jumping.
"This is my last living photo," said Kai.
"Don't say that," scolded his wife, I laughed. We introduced ourselves and then he asked me a question,
"Are you scared?" I replied that I was not and that I was actually very excited. Why would I do this if I was scared? I knew very well it was safe. Strapped up in our harnesses, ready to go, we joined the rest of them who were also going to jump. There were two Chinese men, Kai, an Italian man and myself. I remember seeing a picture of the five of us and these men were all around a foot taller than me and they were the one who screamed. We met our instructor and he said a few words and the ones I have already mentioned, ' This is half suicide.' Instantly after these wise words I thought; what sort of instructor would say that but then I felt more ready and enlivened. Due to the fact that I was the smallest, I had the disadvantage of going last.
As soon as we were up high we found out that when we jump there will be double protection. There was nothing to worry about. As soon as safety precaution was stated, it was time to jump. First up was one of the really tall Chinese men who had moderate difficulty in understanding English. He took a couple deep breath, straightened himself and jumped. I could not help but laugh. From the moment he jumped off to the time he finally reached the safety boat down in the river, he screamed. His screams definitely lasted at least a minute and his friend seemed quite disturbed by this probably because he was next. He stood on the edge and like most of them, was pushed because of their feet of not wanting to jump. I heard muffled screams near the end of his jump. Perhaps this was supposed to be terrifying, I thought to myself. Now only Kai and the Italian man were left to jump. The nerves were getting to them, they fist bumped and high fived me several times and told me that I was going to be okay and that we would not die. Kai was next and he had a fun-looking jump. After he jumped he swung in colossal arcs due to his heavy weight. Next it was the Italian man and he suddenly looked relaxed and composed. His jump was incredibly smooth and to me he resembled a white eagle. No sound came from him. Maybe he was stunned.
Now it was time. I joyfully walked forward and the team got me ready. The instructor came forward and asked me if I wanted to be pushed and I hastily said no. I knew I wanted to do it myself. The place was beautiful. Beneath me was a river unlike any in Britain, it was filled with almost turquoise water and was glistening in the sunlight. There were kids swimming in the river and I noted that I would be jumping on top of them. Also, in front of me was Fishtail mountain, clear in the empty blue sky with scarcely any clouds to obstruct its view. In a matter of seconds the instructor started the countdown and I was about to jump. "3," I straightened my back, "2," I took a last glimpse of the scenery and at my mum, dad and sister below me, "1, JUMP!" I took a deep breath and without thinking jumped. The wind was fighting against my face, forcing my eyelids shut, my heart jumped and my stomach churned. I kicked my legs in the air as an immediate response to rapidly falling just like I do in my dreams. I was more refreshed, energised and exhilarated then I was scared and in a few seconds I was down, swaying from the effect from the spring-like bungee and it was one of the most surreal moments ever.
My mum was screaming my name and I let go and left my body to hang and be dominated by the sways that took me. My dad perceived this in the wrong way. He called my name in panic thinking I had fainted. He asked me if I was okay and hanging in the air I told him I was fine, hoping he had heard me. Finally I stopped moving and I pulled myself up with a rope and was lowered onto the boat into the river.
I walked back onto land and went back to my parents. It was a scorching hot day and I started to sweat on my way. When I met everyone else I had been told that nobody wanted to do that ever again. I rather enjoyed it. My mum also reported that our driver was in tears, poor man... I went to the shop nearby to buy the video and picture of me, said goodbye to my friends and set off back to the hotel with an experience to remember. My mum came back to me with some news that there had been five deaths from bungee jumping, many injuries and that the legal age worldwide was fourteen. Firstly, five out of thousands isn't much and I was only a few days away from fourteen. Still, my mum wasn't happy.
To conclude my story I encourage many people to visit the small but beautiful country Nepal but in particular, Pokhara. I not only went bungee jumping but paragliding where there was an amazing view and zip flying. As well as taking part in these pursuits, I went to a big Buddhist stupor and went boating in Lakeside where there are many restaurants. I was actually quite surprised by the developed infrastructure there, it was really different to Kathmandu. My time in Pokhara where I went bungee jumping and did many other things won't be forgotten.
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