As promised, I will write about my first jumping out of perfectly good airplane experience.
I'm still waiting for the professionally done photos of me in the air, but I couldn't wait any longer to write this or else I'd forget and not do it at all. When we get them I'll be sure to have a good one(s) up on here somewhere.
So anyway, we drive up and and me and one friend end up there a bit earlier than the others. We go in the lodge and find all of the skydive instructors drinking, which is great. So we drank with our skydiving instructors. It was awesome. The best thing, however, was the addition of a skydiving and very alcoholic dog called Mindy. She apparently jumps out of airplanes too and the funniest thing was how she loved beer. We squished a beer can to make a little bowl for her and she would go around begging for beer then drinking it. Here's video proof that this awesome dog exists. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7w4t9iArc7U
So anyway the next morning (with a bit of a headache on my part) we got breakfast then had about 4 or 5 hours f practical instruction and learned everything that could possibly go wrong while hurtling through the air (eek). After passing the written test we were suited up and after realizing the reality of what I was about to do this look became frozen onto my face.
Then we were taken to this small single engine plane and off we went ( or ripped down the runway) in this incredibly fast little plane. After a while of circling my friend Sean was beckoned towards the door and off he went. Next it was my turn. I went towards the door and the jumpmaster made sure everything was ok ( good idea to do folks when jumping from planes) and then I crawled out and grabbed onto the wing. Nothing my friends is crazier then hanging from the wing of a fucking very fast moving airplane. After the count I was off, spinning through the air through this crazy mist I assumed was a cloud. After a while I saw the ground and the chute came out. Everything was working perfectly, thank god, allah, whoever. So I didn't have to do any emergency procedures.
After about 4 more minutes of screaming random things because it was so fun and plotting my landing pattern I descended and managed to land right on my ass, parachute in tow.
So I passed my sport jumping course and am now on the way to higher and more crazier things. If I survive them, I will write about them here haha. Also, once you try skydiving, nothing in the world will scare you ever again, I'm serious.
Here's some pics for your eyes to gaze at.
A few of the suicidal plane jumpers. ( Me in the middle)
Getting ready to get on the plane. ( Notice the suits are a little tight and mine is riding up haha)
Finally see that little speck up there?
Like I said before when the good pictures become available I'll post them somewhere. And oh yeah. TRY IT.
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