Most people who come to New Zealand end up bungy jumping at some point during their vacation. Most people jump in Queenstown; it is the adventure capitol of the southern hemisphere afterall. I went to New Zealand not wanting to ever do it, but being in New Zealand left me considering it none the less. Am I crazy? I’ve done what seems like everything else, but never in my right mind did I want to do a bungy.
On our drive to Queenstown, we stopped at the AJ Hackett Bungy site (43 m high) where bungy jumping originated, as some of the extremists on board signed up to do it. I thought that if I watched a couple people bungy jump I could get over the nerves and then possibly do it myself right there and then. I am the spur of the moment kind of gal. While clutching on to one of my new friends, I nervously watched a few of my bus mates bungy (one even did it backwards) from Kawarau Bridge. After that palm sweaty experience, I am not so certain it is something I could ever do. That wasn’t even the highest bungee spot either. I think that if I was watching people bungee from the 135m high Nevis Bungy location, I would have peed my pants. Don’t count me out just yet, maybe it is the cards for the future.
Would you do it?