Living on the edge- Jumping off Moses Mabhida Staduim

I like heights, whilst most people I have encountered are scared of them and view them as a certain death.  I on the other hand get a thrill and a certain calm when I am about to do something daring or what would be considered crazy.  Some people have called my love for heights “white girl tendencies” but what we enjoy has nothing to do with what we look like but everything to do with how we feel when we are doing what we like.

I follow my heart; I do what I Love, I fulfill my curiosity.  I LOVE Adventure,  as long as there is a possibility of getting lost, discovering something new, meeting people and trying something I have never done before.  I am there!  

It’s this love of adventure that led me to the Big Rush Swing Jump at Moses Mabhida stadium.  I wanted to jump of the only swing jump that can be found in a stadium in the whole world. Impressive I know,  and to top it off it is the tallest swing jump in the world at 106metres. 

I arrived, got my safety on and prepared.

The staff at the big rush were highly professional and on top of their game.  When your life hangs on a harness you need to know that the person kitting you up knows what they are doing.  Whilst getting kitted I was impressed to meet a girl from Thohoyandou, Venda who had come to do the Beeeeeeg jump for her 21^st birthday.  She had a party of 5 girls and she was the only one who wanted to jump.  I took to her because here we were kindred spirits who just wanted to jump, because we’re curious beings.

Before the Jump with the Birthaday girl all the way from Thohoyondo

350 steps can you say YEAH!

We had a grueling 350 steps before we reached the top, as taxing as the climb was, seeing the skyline of Durban was alone well worth it.  Once I had caught my breath, we made our way across the beam 1 by 1.  The wind was scarier than walking across the beam it was blowing so hard I was afraid it would blow me away! I even asked the guy as they were hooking me up to the jump rope to please hold me back as I was really worried I would be whooshed away instead of jumping as I had planned.

1, 2, 3! And I Jumped.  Time stood still, I had opened my mouth to scream but I heard nothing.  It was only when I felt my tummy reattaching itself to my body that I actually heard my scream blustering throughout the stadium.

I did it! swinging like a pendulem I felt as giddy as a teenager in love.