When we woke up the wind was down and it was only slightly cloudy, yaaay! The guy picked us up and we drove out to the DROPZONE again.
When we got there we weighed ourselfs (ive put on 6 kilos hehe yummy steak) and he told me i was to go first. AHH! So i donned my jumpsuit and he harnessed me up, dang it was tight. We ran through the jump again and they prepped the plane. I was alot less scared than i thought i would be given the fact that in half an hour id be falling out of a plane with only a parachute saving me from becoming pulp.
So the planes on the runway, we're packed into this cozy little two seater plane and they try to start the engine. it stalls. they try again. it stalls. So the instructor gets out to check the engine, AND ITS FUCKING ON FIRE! he quickly gets the extinguisher and i bail very very quickly. After he assures me everythings ok we get back into the plane.
to be continued... heheh
oh and im not lying,.., this actually happened
