I jumped out of a perfectly good plane at 12,000ft this morning. Hell of a way to start the day! When I say jumped what actually happened is that I got strapped on to a guy who knew what he was doing (and had a parachute) and then he jumped out of the plane. The first couple of seconds of freefall were pretty baffling but after that it was just an enormous amount of fun! Once the parachute had opened and everything calmed down a bit there was absolutely no sensation of falling, just a gentle drop till I skidded back on to terra firma on my arse. Woo!
After that I jumped back on the bus to Whakapapa where we went tobogganing on an active volcano. Everything over here is extreme! Off to Wellington next, where I think I’ll chill out for a day or two.
Museum! Seals!