Monday
Only two full days left. Spent the morning poolside. My word life can tough when it requires constant decision making. Should I go for a swim or sun bathe? Should I read my book or magazine? Which sun cream should I apply 15 or 30? Which one of 5 pools should we go to? What should we do later in the day? Is it time for a beer yet? Oh the stresses of holiday making.
We decided
the afternoon was perfect for me to do my Bungy Jump. So after a feed we headed once again to Patong Beach and the bungy jump. I was expecting a sort of hillside jump but no it was just a 60 m crane above a bit of a lake. Never mind a jump is a jump and the place uses NZ standards for its safety procedures. So with my legs secured together so tight my toes were turning purple, it was hop onto the crane and up we go. Sixty metres or 145 feet on this little platform I was attached to the bungy and got set for the mandatory count of 1, 2, 3, BUNGY. There was no turning around now. While I wasn’t overly nervous there was a “what the heck are you doing?” niggle that push the heart beat up a few beats. However in the true style of the brave (or foolish) there was no hesitation when the three was yelled out. I performed a wonderful swan dive falling towards the lake. I pulled up well short of the water but loved every second of the jump including the four or five rebounds where I went up and down like a yoyo. However by the time I could grab onto the pole to get down my legs were hurting quite a bit. It was a great experience. It was not until after the jump that I read the front page of the Phuket Gazette where a Brit had bicycle kicked his legs free in a bit of a panic and became separated from the bungy on the way down. He apparently hit the water at full speed and did some major damage to his chest and arms. On the side of the Bungy owner they had the jump recorded and were able to show the guy had done a number of things totally differently from how has was instructed to. It did explain though why my legs were so securely bound and why I stopped well short of the water.
After the jump we went back to Karon Beach and Cheryll and Lorraine went shopping and Keith helped me with a celebration beer. We then went to the markets a little further down the road where the girls continued the shopping and the guys continued the celebrations. With the temperature up in the 30s it was extremely hot walking back so it was off to the pool for a swim and by coincidence it was “Happy Hour” so the celebrations continued.
After dinner Lorraine and Cheryll went for a foot massage and Keith and I for something different went for a beer at “Poppa Keith’s” bar.
Only two full days left. Spent the morning poolside. My word life can tough when it requires constant decision making. Should I go for a swim or sun bathe? Should I read my book or magazine? Which sun cream should I apply 15 or 30? Which one of 5 pools should we go to? What should we do later in the day? Is it time for a beer yet? Oh the stresses of holiday making.
We decided
the afternoon was perfect for me to do my Bungy Jump. So after a feed we headed once again to Patong Beach and the bungy jump. I was expecting a sort of hillside jump but no it was just a 60 m crane above a bit of a lake. Never mind a jump is a jump and the place uses NZ standards for its safety procedures. So with my legs secured together so tight my toes were turning purple, it was hop onto the crane and up we go. Sixty metres or 145 feet on this little platform I was attached to the bungy and got set for the mandatory count of 1, 2, 3, BUNGY. There was no turning around now. While I wasn’t overly nervous there was a “what the heck are you doing?” niggle that push the heart beat up a few beats. However in the true style of the brave (or foolish) there was no hesitation when the three was yelled out. I performed a wonderful swan dive falling towards the lake. I pulled up well short of the water but loved every second of the jump including the four or five rebounds where I went up and down like a yoyo. However by the time I could grab onto the pole to get down my legs were hurting quite a bit. It was a great experience. It was not until after the jump that I read the front page of the Phuket Gazette where a Brit had bicycle kicked his legs free in a bit of a panic and became separated from the bungy on the way down. He apparently hit the water at full speed and did some major damage to his chest and arms. On the side of the Bungy owner they had the jump recorded and were able to show the guy had done a number of things totally differently from how has was instructed to. It did explain though why my legs were so securely bound and why I stopped well short of the water.After the jump we went back to Karon Beach and Cheryll and Lorraine went shopping and Keith helped me with a celebration beer. We then went to the markets a little further down the road where the girls continued the shopping and the guys continued the celebrations. With the temperature up in the 30s it was extremely hot walking back so it was off to the pool for a swim and by coincidence it was “Happy Hour” so the celebrations continued.
After dinner Lorraine and Cheryll went for a foot massage and Keith and I for something different went for a beer at “Poppa Keith’s” bar.
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