My LAST weekend in Sydney :(

How best to start any weekend than drinks with best friends in the city suburb of Surrey Hills. For those that aren't from Sydney, Surry Hills could have been transplanted straight of of London.


We gathered at the Winery to celebrate Louise's big 30th B-day before her trip with Garry to Bali. Over a few glasses of wine, we all laughed and relaxed from our hectic week. We then meander down the road to Agrave, a renowned Mexican restaurant. Garry can vouch that they have the spiciest mole in all of Sydney, maybe even in the top 5!


You know it's a good night when you lose count of the "jugs" of sangria shared.


Fortunately for me I was in good form the next morning, because off I was going Skydiving.


Denise picked me up at 10:45 for our 1.5hr journey down south to Picton for our noon dive. Well sure enough notorious Sydney traffic got us there right as the rain starter and we were grounded for a few hours. There's not a lot to do at the jump base expect drink coffee. After 3 cups of coffee I didn't need the plane I could have just swung my arms and taken off! Fortunately Denise and I are not shy and never ran out of things to talk about. By the end Denise had even started to take on my accent, although she still sounded pretty Irish to me.


OKAY! ready to go, the rain has clear and we "skydive-suited-up". I was ready for my lesson, video, exam perhaps. Not quite... I got 3 instructions that took about 14 seconds for my instructor to share. 1. cross your arms 2. when I tap you stick your arms out 3. when we land raise your legs. Got it?!


I had refused to be nervous. Deep breathing, focus on other things etc. But in the plane I started to think... WHAT THE HELL I'M I DOING!!!!!! Especially when I looked out the window and realized we were only at 2,000 feet when we were jumping at 14,000 feet!


Yellow light on, goggles on, door open.... One by one the jumpers started dropping out the door. Fortunately I was 3rd to jump, not even eough time to scream out STOP or NO!!! Before I could blink I was falling out the plane. Hurdling at 240 KM/H it felt surreal, not like I was falling but more like hurdling forward like a roller coaster. Arm's out, legs back I could have fallen forever. Then the jolt, which feels a bit like being rear-ended, the shutte was open. The next 4 mins was the most amazing 4 mins. Floating down like a leaf it wasn't scary, it was incredible.


Not before long I was raising my legs and hitting the ground with a small thud. I ran over to Denise and we jumped and hug like we had hadn't seen each other in years.


What and amazing way to celebrate the last weekend of my big adventure in Sydney!