As soon as we reached 9000ft, we all got ready for the jump. The instructors attached us to their safety harness, and I put on my glasses. Then the door opened, and within seconds the first went out. I was next, and he asked me to swing my legs out of the plane. There you start to feel the freezing air of the high altitude.
Consequently, I put my head in my neck, and the instructor pushed us out of the plane. When you dive out of the plane and start to fall with immense speed, it takes some time to process the insanity of it. But quickly, I began to love it. You are so high up in the sky that a fear of heights doesn’t work anymore. You only feel the rush of adrenaline.
The free fall takes around 30 seconds before the parachute pops-out, and you can enjoy the view. As we gently descended towards the ground, the instructor gave me the handles to steer the parachute. He asked me to pull the left rope. I didn’t know how hard or soft I had to pull it. So, it ended up with a soft tap. The instructor immediately gave it a yank, which made us spiral down much faster. Then, it was my turn again. Even though I pulled the rope with more force now, it did not bother, since you had to pull the line against the blowing wind in the parachute.
So, I tried again with success this time. The spiraling down feels like a mini freefall. It was a fantastic experience to operate a parachute yourself. But, of course, when we were close to landing – the instructor took over the steering to get us on the ground safely.
The landing procedure was something that I was afraid of at first. Since I didn’t know how hard you would hit the ground. Eventually, it was something I shouldn’t have worried about at all. It was a small step back to solid ground.