Today, I went skydiving.
I made a tandem dive with a professional skydiver so I didn't need to know much. It all seemed unreal up until the moment we jumped off the plane and I looked down. The plane provided a reference point which made me realize I was falling fast into a void. For a few seconds, that was pretty scary. Then, it was just falling, but felt more like flying since nothing is close around and by just looking at the faraway horizon and landscape, it didn't feel like I was going down. The wind was pretty intense at that point.
Then, the parachute opened, which gave a considerable jolt. When the parachute was open, I felt a lot safer. Looking down and around, I could see for miles and miles. Turning made me feel queasy. Before I knew it, I was back on the ground and it was over.
Equally enjoyable was talking to the shuttle driver who brought me to the skydiving site. He's some kind of guy on a mission to illuminate people by making them more conscious of their own being.
When I came back from my dive, I made myself more conscious of my own belly by filling it with lots of Hawaiian food.
I'm minutes away from going to the airport to catch my flight back to Vancouver. My flight is delayed because of all the snow back in Canada. I can't believe my trip is ending.
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