Jumping out from a perfectly good airplane

I had to do it one day and yesterday was that day.

What can I tell about it, it was one of the most intense feelings of my life. I was a bit surprised that my pulse didn’t rise at any point. The half a minute free fall was by far the coolest part but I have to say that I think I wasn’t scared at any point, except maybe a little at the beginning while hanging only on my ass cheeks in quite a strong wind from the airplane door.

Conclusion of a tandem jump from 3 kilometeres (10 000 feet): Shit loads of fun and not as scary as you would think.

Next step: Certified jumper.

Did I remember to pull the cord when it was time? Of course! That was the only thing I could do during the fall and I sure as hell wasn’t going to give the guy attached to my bag (great guy) the pleasure of saving our lives. I want to be in control of my own ass (to that extend at least)!

Landing? Perfect.

Feeling afterwards. Sweeeeeet!