The Worlds Highest Bungy Jump and Tstikamma National Park

So a few posts ago I posed the question of whether I should

a)     go to other people’s internships

b)    b) go bungy jumping

c)     both

 during my week off. I wound up picking B and am so glad that I did. I would have loved to pick C but there just wasn’t enough time. Here’s what went down:

Last Tuesday the 29^th Anne Marie, Diana and I woke up at 5 am to catch a 6 am bus to Storms River, a small town east from here along the coast. Our mission was simple- to do the highest bungy jump in the world. Let’s do the math:

3 whole days away and 18 hours roundtrip time on bus for a 5 second free fall.

Worth it?

YES.

When we arrived the first day we just chilled at our AWESOME hostel. Google “Tube ‘N Axe Hostel”. It was so nice to get away from the city! Met some great people from Australia and England and spent a while chatting around a bonfire. Went to bed early to get ready for…..

September 30^th. The Best Day of the Semester (so far)

Ok. So the bungy jump is 216 meters. That’s about 700 feet. It is from the Bloukrans Bridge that overlooks pristine mountains and the Indian Ocean. 

We were in the first group of people for the day that included about 13 British dudes on a surfing trip. We all bonded quickly and were thrilled to say the least! One guy actually threw up! Poor thing. I was surprisingly not nervous at all though, just excited. I kept marveling at how my hand was completely steady. Face Adrenalin, the company that does it, is super professional and they have a 100% safety record. The staff was so cool and the environment was so fun- THEY HAVE A LIVE DJ ON THE BRIDGE!! So we danced, cheered each other on, watched live-stream videos of people’s jumps when we could no longer see them…. So fun. Us 3 girls were last after waiting about 40 minutes and watching everyone else go but 3 of those British guys stuck around- saying “WE ARE A TEAM!! WE CAN’T LEAVE NOW!!” Peter, Chris, and Stephen. Here we are:

So it was my turn to go and it just went by in a flash. It was such a rush. I was not scared at all.

After the initial jump and rebound I just dangled there, admiring the scenery and screaming “HALLELUJAH PRAISE THE LORD YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!” and hearing my voice echo throughout the valley. Then before I knew it I was back on the bridge, so euphoric:

 The came the task of encouraging my roomie Diana to go. She had major doubts but peer pressure turned out to be too much. The British guys were NOT going to let her off that bridge unless she did it. (To be read in a British accent) “YOU WILL REGRET IT FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE IF YOU DON’T DO IT” And she did! Awesome. Great great great experience.

After a pit-stop for lunch at the hostel we headed to Tstikamma National Park, not knowing a thing about it. SO GLAD WE DID. It is right along the coastline of the Indian Ocean! We frolicked a lot. We went on a beautiful hike. We took a ton of pictures. Here's a taste:

I did cartwheels and handstands EVERYWHERE. Duh.

Then it was back to the hostel for a much needed shower and great meal, then bed time!

The next morning was not so great- rainy and our bus was 2 hours late. Oh well. The ride back was much nicer than the ride down and the scenery was GORGEOUS. I listened to music nearly the whole 9 hours, letting my mind go wherever it wanted. 


On Saturday I went to a crumping battle which was pretty cool. There were B boys, crumpers, this AWESOME beat-boxer, and MCs battling in Afrikaans. pretty cool! it was like "Step Up 2 The Streets- CAPE TOWN" The event was actually sponsored by Sprite and was called "Da Cape VS Da Rest". No joke.

now its back to the grind. i might be switching internships as there is not enough for 2 people to do at Molo.

Hope everyone is well, miss and love you allll!!