Tony yelled something to me. But I couldn’t hear him over the roar of the engine. “Are you ready?” he screams. Not really — 14,000 feet is a long way down…
I’ve wanted to go skydiving for a long time. Everyone who’s ever described it to me always does so with a twinkle in their eye. You can feel their joy as they re-tell the story.
Now it was my turn. Jumping out of an airplane over the Pacific Ocean surrounded by beautiful Fijian islands? It couldn’t get much better than that!
I like to think that I’m a pretty fearless person. I’ve been scuba diving with sharks, camped on an erupting volcano, gone kayaking with crocodiles, and trekked through the notorious Darien Gap.
Yet somehow butterflies still managed to infiltrate my stomach.
While the instructors at Skydive Fiji went over details like proper body position, flight time, and how to land standing, I was nervously watching Bola (yes, that’s his name) pack our chutes off to the side.
Lucky for me he’s been doing it for many, many years.