To bungee or not to bungee? Is the canyon swing better than launching yourself off the bridge face first? And, of course, the best bungee question of all: how high?
This is where we ended up last night after a few cheeky reds at Lock n Load in West End: in an enthusiastic discussion about jumping off bridges and other platform structures. Of the five around this table, five had taken the plunge, and loved it. Great stats, I thought smugly. How adventurous were we!
But along with the adrenalin exercise comes a certain competitive streak that is hard to avoid. More than one participant, myself included, claimed to have done the biggest canyon swing in the world. Clearly there’s some false advertising in either New Zealand or Nepal, or both.
When I returned from Nepal after a 160 metre jump a friend told me, with enthusiasm, about their 60 metre jump in Cairns. “Do they even call that a bungee,” I scoffed. How rude, I think now.
The experience, at any height, is surely very similar. And is the competitive, my-jump-was-better-than-your’s attitude really necessary?
The point of this blog, then, is not whether my bungee was better than the guy who got a dunking in Cairns or the chick who jumped off the dodgy platform in Queenstown – that’s just silly. Rather the bungee, and the swing, of course, are to be encouraged. The feeling of liberation as you slice through the air and the achievement of facing fears and defying family are what we should be discussing.
High fives all round, I say.