Day 76: 3...

I didn't eat all day... A very clever subconscious decision to have made considering what I was about to do in the evening: a jump on the Katapulta as a birthday gift from BISS. I had no idea what to expect. My good friend, her boyfriend and I drove into the holiday complex and the first thing I saw was a small green bungee jumping frame. "Ha! Is that it?", I asked myself, almost laughing at the size of it.

Easy!

We parked the car and met with another friend (a volunteer from BISS). I went to take a better look at the frame and realised that there were actually two and the big one was mine. My heart sunk to my stomach.

I spent a while watching the BMX riders practising - where Olympic gold medallist Maris Strombergs trains - trying to stall walking to my death for as long as possible.

Can't I just BMX instead?

Finally, it was time to face reality. We slowly walked over, my heart beating more and more frequently with every step. But then one vital question came to mind - can the guy operating the thing actually speak English?!

As he was strapping me in, I managed to strike some light-hearted conversation with him (well, me freaking out basically) just to check he understood. He did *phew*. I remember him asking if this was my first time.  "Yes, my first and last" was my response.

My "please don't let me die" face.

He told me to hold the cords very tight, put my legs back and...

Before I knew it, I was flying, flipping and screaming a very bad "f" word. Oh, you want proof? Here you go:

There's nothing like a bit of junk food and duck-feeding to calm the nerves after thrown being 20 metres high into the air, hovering in zero gravity and doing a free back fall. I bought the biggest burger I could get.

Another goodbye done.