Southern Africa - Day 11 (Part 2)

Thursday, 23 January 2020 - Namibia

After that it was really cool, flying in the sky! And then I started feeling a bit sick because we were moving from side to side with the wind, the equivalent of sea sickness I guess. But I told myself not to puke because I really don’t know where it will end up, probably upwards on my tandem and then he might just cut me loose.  

And then I saw that the South Korean girl, who jumped after me, was already below me and then I panicked for a while because I couldn’t see my own parachute and I didn’t even know whether it properly deployed so I asked my tandem is everything ok and he replied “perfect, why?” And I said “nothing”. It’s scary because you’re kinda helpless from way up there, if anything goes wrong there’s nothing I can do but fall to the ground. 

But everything went perfectly, perfect landing! I was so relieved I hugged my tandem and then out of the suit and back to the hotel. I was feeling sick all the way back but they told me it was normal due to the liquid in the ears being out of sync and also the adrenalin rush dissipating. The South Korean girl is crazy because she wanted to go quad biking in the afternoon and I told her enough excitement for one day. 

So there. I dunno why I did it but I’m glad I did and I’m so proud of myself. 

Back in the hotel I tried to take a nap as I was feeling sick but couldn’t. So finally I decided to finish my walk around town but I bumped into Jay who wanted to hear all about my experience and then we ended up in Rigmar’s room, and Yetta joined us and the 4 of us drank beer and chit chatted.

Then Jay and I took a walk along the beach, I wanted to go to this point of interest called the Old Anchor Point but it turned out to be just another look out point for the beach. Swakopmund is essentially a German town, I saw a street named Bismarck Street. Apparently it resembled Germany in the 1950s or the 1960s. 

Then back to the hotel where we met the others and walked to the dinner place which was near the lighthouse. After dinner we walked back and went back to the hotel but I couldn’t sleep because I think I was still excited about the jump and then I called Richard and I dunno what happened to me but I suggested that we get married and he said he’d think about it. I blame it on leftover adrenalin from the jump.

That’s good enough for me; for whatever will be, will be.