Mommmmmmmy!

Well today you are getting an entry from the other half of this dynamic duo travelling around the world. I feel inspired to write today, as we have done something that was the biggest adrenaline rush either of us has ever felt.

We went crazy and decided to fall out of a tiny plane from 12,000 feet up in the air. We are currently hailing from Taupo, New Zealand, and the opportunity of skydiving presented itself so we did it. I can hardly believe it as I am writing it now. The town of Taupo is right by a huge lake and some huge mountains, so the scenery was fantastic from way up there.

Both John and I were ancy all morning in anticipation of our jump around 12 noon. As we got all suited up there was no turning back. We got on the plane and flew around for a magnificent view for about 20 minutes. John jumped out first with Ollie, a Polish man, strapped to him tightly. I think he was glad to be that close to a man for once. After that it was my turn, strapped to Mike. I was pretty terrified sitting on the edge of the plane, but once we took the dive, it was absolutely surreal. The freefall was 45 seconds, but it felt like 10. After that, the parachute opened and we gracefully glided down towards the airport. The gentle coasting after the freefall was the best part for me since I got to take in all the scenery and my surroundings. John liked the freefall the best, on the contrary.

So now we are back on safe ground and feel incredibly fortunate to have had the opportunity to skydive in Taupo, New Zealand.

Nadiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnne