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Published: October 11th 2013
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Tina Writes: We were due to skydive this morning but I had remembered the wrong time and we were now running an hour late, so we chucked the gear in the car and floored it. This was the only hotel that came with breakfast as well and we could only grab a wee bagel each.
We arrived and although late, it was no problem. We had a bit of a wait, just enough time to watch others land and to start shitting ourselves. We harnessed up and boarded the little plane. My skydive master was all but silent. Rob and Danny’s were much more talkative and as it turns out more fun during the dive. As the plane levelled out I started to get nervous. Rob jumped first, then me then Danny. The freefall was as I expected, a struggle to breathe. I really don’t like that part. Then the parachute was pulled. I really wish I had worn jeans instead of leggings as the harness really dug in. I watched as Danny took over me doing twists and turns all the way down. I did think of shouting to my master that I would be happy to
do that too but the few turns he did do hurt like hell. It was weird to be above a flying aeroplane. I hate to be a moany face but the landscape was very bland and, for me, this jump was nowhere near as good as Fox Glacier in New Zealand. I have ruined skydiving for myself by doing my first jump over a glacier! We had a perfect landing and that was that. I then found out that Rob and Danny had both gotten to control their parachute and that Danny’s master somersaulted him out of the plane. To put it politely, my master was a dick! We collected our free t-shirts and off we went, on the road again, to San Diego.
The drive passed quickly and we arrived at our lovely hotel and were upgraded to a better room, score! It was late afternoon but there was still some sun so we threw on our swimmies and headed down to the beach. We attempted getting in but it was bloody freezing, so after lots of threatening to throw each other in, we chickened out and went to the pool where we all did some
pro swimming.
After dinner we decided to go on the resorts cocktail cruise which was free for guests. It took place on board an old style paddle steamer. It was a lovely wee boat on the outside. Inside was a different story. It looked like a dingy nightclub. We headed up stairs to the top deck and were soon chatting to the security guard. This guy was hilarious, but to be honest I was laughing at him. He really reminded me of Carlton from Fresh Prince, trying so desperately to come across as a cool guy but failing spectacularly.
We disembarked and headed to bed.
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