Postcards from the edge

Postcards from the edge
Tales of (mis)adventure from abroad

Free And Falling

Free And Falling

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My heart was beating off the chart. I had just sprinted along the 130 meter-high bridge spanning the Zambezi River, trying to get to the lift-off platform. The border guards had warned me that I was too late, and that jumps had stopped for the day, but I was in Africa where “too late” could be discussed. After a few minutes of chit-chat, a large elastic cord had been secured to my ankles, my toes were over the edge, a warm wind was blowing through my hair, and an awesome canyon spread out ahead. It was time to fly: “3…2…1…BUNGEEEEEEE!!!”


There are 4 comments.

  1. comment number 1 by: Mike

    Man…you’re crazy

  2. comment number 2 by: Yannick

    Can’t help it. Actually, I had to come back a few days later and do it a second time, but…with a twist. Check it out.


  3. comment number 3 by: Sarah

    Coolest thing ever! I’m very jealous.

  4. comment number 4 by: Sarah

    And excellent song choice.

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