Jump!!!
What
- Tandem skydive! or alternatively: a real "one-way" plane ticket
- Start point: ~4'250 meters above the ocean (14'000ft)
- End point: on the beach
- Total time: less than ten minutes
- Time in "real" free fall: according to Wikipedia, around 12 seconds,
with most of the terminal velocity being reached at about 8 seconds
- Terminal velocity: ~190Km/h, ~120mph (again, according to Wikipedia)
- Time in "fake" free fall until the chute opened: around one minute
- Time spent going slowly down, with a few fun manoeuvres: don't
remember, 3-5 minutes?
Why
At the end of November, we had a team offsite planned, with lots of
fun and exciting activities in a somewhat exotic location. I was quite
looking forward to it, when - less than two weeks before the event - a
colleague asked if anyone is interested in going skydiving as an extra
activity. Without thinking too much, I said "yes" immediately,
because: a) I've never done it before, and b) it sounded
really
cool! Other people said yes as well, so we were set up to have a
really good time!
Of course, as the time counted down and we were approaching the
offsite, I was thinking: OK, this sounds cool, but: will I be fine? do
I have altitude sickness? All kinds of such, rather logistical,
questions. In order to not think too much, I did exactly zero research
on the topic (all mentions of Wikipedia above are from post-fact
reading).
So, we went on the offsite - which was itself cool - and then, on the
last day, right before going back, the skydive event!
How it went
The weather on the day of the jump was nice, the sky not perfectly
clear, just a bit of small clouds and some haze. We waited for our
turn, got the instruction for what to do (and not to do!), got hooked
into the harness, prepared everything, and then boarded the plane; it
needed only a very short run before taking off the ground.
It took around ten minutes or so to get to the jump altitude, which I
spent partially looking forward to it, partially trying to calm the
various emotions I had - a very interesting mix. It was actually
annoying just having to wait and wait the ten long minutes, I wished
that we actually get to the jumping altitude faster. The altimeter on
the instructor's hand was showing 4'000, then 4'100, 4'150, then he
reminded me again what I need to do (or rather, not to do), and then -
people were already jumping from the plane! I was third from our team
to jump, and I had the opportunity to see how people were not simply
"exiting" the plane, but rather - exiting and then immediately
disappearing from view!
Finally we were on the edge of the door, a push and then - I'm looking
down, more than two and a half miles of nothing between me and the
ground. Just air and the thought - "Why did I do this"? - as I start
falling. For the first around ten seconds, it's actually a free fall,
gaining speed almost at standard acceleration, and the result -
Weightlessness - it's the weirdest feeling
ever: all
your organs floating in your body, no compression or torsion
forces. Much more weird a roller-coaster that never ends; then most I
had on roller-coasters was around one second of such acceleration, and
you still are in contact with the chair or the restraints, whereas
this long fall was very confusing for my brain - it felt somewhat like
when you're tripping and you need to do something to regain balance,
except in sky-diving you can't do anything, of course. There's nothing
to grab, nothing to hold on, and you keep falling.
After ten
long seconds we reached terminal velocity, phase 1 ends,
and phase 2 begins, in which - while still falling - the friction with
the air compensates exactly the earth's pull and one is falling at a
constant speed and it's the
most wonderful state ever. Like
floating on the air, except that you're actually falling at almost
200kph, and yes, the closest feeling to flying, I guess. It doesn't
hurt that you're no longer weightless, which means back to some level
of normality.
The location of the skydive was very beautiful: the blue ocean
beneath, the blue sky above, somewhere to the side the beach, and the
air filling the mouth and lungs without any effort is the only sign
that I'm moving
really fast. The way this whole thing feels is very
alien if you never jumped before, but one gets accustomed to it quite
fast - and that means I got too comfortable and excited and forgot the
correct position to keep my legs in, the instructor reminded me, and
as I put my legs back in the correct position, which is (among others)
with the soles of the feet pointing up, I felt again the air going
strongly
into my shoes, and a thought crossed my mind: what if I the
air blows off one of my shoes (the right one, more precisely) and I
lose it? How do I get to the airport for the trip back? Will I look
suspicious at the security check? The banality of this thought, given
that I was still up in the air somewhere and travelling quite fast,
was so comical that I started laughing
And then, an unexpected noise, the chute opens, and I feel like
someone is pulling me strongly up. Of course nobody is pulling "up",
I'm just slowing down very fast on this final phase (Wikipedia says: 3
to 4g). And then, once at the new terminal velocity, the lack of wind
noise and the quietness of everything around gives a different kind of
awesome - more majestic and serene this time, rather than the
adrenaline-filled moments before.
Because one is still up and the beach looks small, you actually feel
that you're suspended in the air, almost frozen. Of course, that
feeling goes away quickly when the instructor start telling me to pull
the strings, and we enter a fast spin - so fast that my body is almost
horizontal again - a reminder that we're still in the air, going
somewhat fast, and not in "normal" conditions.
I'm again reminded of the speed once we get closer to the earth, the
people on the beach start to get bigger
fast, and now we're gliding
over the beach and finally land in the sand. The adventure is over,
but I'm
still pumped up and my body is
still full of adrenaline,
and I feel like you've just been in heaven - which is true, for some
definitions of .
The first thing I realise is that the earth is very solid. And not
moving at all. Everything is very very slow which is both good and
bad. My body is confused at the very fast sequence of events, and
why did everything stop??
Conclusion
I learned all about the terminal velocity, how fast you get there, and
so on a day later, from Wikipedia and other sources. It helped explain
and clarify the things I experienced during the dive, because there in
the air I was quite confused (and my body even more so). Knowing this
in advance would have spoiled the surprise, but on the other hand
would have allowed me to enjoy the experience slightly better.
Looking back, I can say a few of things. First, it was really
awesome - not what I was expecting, much more awesome (in the real
sense of awe) than I thought, but also not as easy or trivial as I
believed from just seeing videos of people "floating" during their
dive. Yep, worth doing, and hard to actually put in words (I tried to,
but I think this rambling is more confusing than helping).
Phase one was too long (and a bit scary), phase two was too short (and
the best thing), phase three was relaxing (and just the right length).
I also wonder how it is to jump alone - without the complicated and
heavy harness, without an instructor, just you up there. Oh, and the
parachute. And the reserve parachute , of course. Point is, this was
awesome, but I was mostly a passive spectator, so I wonder what it
feels like to be actually in control (as much as one can be, falling
down) and responsible.
And finally, as we left the offsite location just a couple of hours
after the skydive, and we had a 4 hours flight back, I couldn't
believe myself how
slow everything was. I never experienced quite
such a thing, I was sitting in this normal airplane flying high and
fast, but for me everything was going in slow motion and I was
bored
out of my mind. Adrenaline aftershock or something like that? Also
interesting!