Bungee Jumping in New Zealand

There have been a few times in my life when my body has been scared but my mind has been calm. Unfortunately for me, these moments usually end in me blacking out.

Scared But Alive

I was arriving in Auckland, New Zealand on a small Cessna and was late for my bungee jumping appointment. I had no idea where I was going, no idea how to get there and no idea what to do next. I found wifi access, checked my e-mail and hoped in a taxi to the address listed on the website.

Auckland, New Zealand

Auckland, New Zealand

The cab driver dropped me off at the indicated intersection in downtown Auckland. On my left was a closed museum, on my right was a Subway. I grabbed a sandwich and waited for the van that was supposed to pick me up. Half way through my tuna sandwich, I regretted my food decision. For those who are curious, tuna and bungee jumping don’t mix. A guy with a heavy Kiwi accent jumped out of an unmarked van and asked if I was Danny. I decided I was and we drove to the bungee jumping base.

I quickly signed some paperwork saying I might die, put on a harness and locked my wallet in a locker. (It turns out you don’t need ID to jump off a bridge) We walked toward the Auckland Bridge and the guide led me through a gate covered in barbed wire. (Nothing says good decisions like wire shards). The bridge was under construction at we waited for the construction workers to stop welding before moving on. They smiled, stopped working and got in position to watch.

Not a Place For Playing

Not a Place For Playing

Auckland Bridge

Auckland Bridge

Not That Kind of Catwalk

Not That Kind of Catwalk

The guide asked me sit in a contraption that looked oddly like a birthing table and had me put my legs up stirrups. He tied my legs at the ankles (wait what type of blog post is this?) and cranked up some heavy metal music.

Up until this point I was nervous but not scared. As soon as I stood up and felt my ankles tied together, I got scared. I waddled, sexy-penguin style to the edge and looked back. The construction workers took one look at my face and burst out laughing. In my mind I knew I was safe but my body was petrified. I took a slight jump forward toward the edge so that my toes hung over. Upon doing this, the excess rope fell and gave me a slight tug. My stomach dropped and realized it was time to go. I bent my knees and jumped as far forward as I could.

It was at that moment that I blacked out.

Blacking Out

Blacking Out

I didn’t faint but my memory temporally stopped. This was not the first time that this happened. I have gone sky diving about a dozen times and due to this same “feature”, I don’t actually ever remember the first 50 feet after jumping off the wing of the plane. Apparently it was the same for bungee jumping.

I came to right before the rope became taunt and I burst out laughing. I gave a embarrassing he-man holler and put my arms out wide. I did several loops before eventually coming to a near rest 10 or so feet above the water. I had just landed in Auckland a hour ago and here I was bungee jumping.

Hanging Out

Hanging Out

I pulled the release strap and freed my legs. The guides pulled me up and the construction workers applauded. (I had succeeded in impressing 1/6th of the village people.)

Hanging there, I thought to myself what my next endeavor might be. Quickly it appeared in my mind. Next up was dinner. I was still hungry after that disappointing tuna sandwich.

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  • Opa! (wow in Croatian) I’ve been working very hard for last few months and I’ve lost track of your whereabouts. New Zealand you say!? Bungee jumping!? Are you doing it again?

    • Danny Dover

      Yeah I would do it again :-) The nice thing about bungee jumping is it tends to happen in places where the scenery is awesome. It is great (although odd) way to see a new place.

  • That’s awesome Danny! I just about blacked out looking at the ‘blacked out’ photo :-)
    I think you just inspired me to jump too…

    • Danny Dover

      :-) I think that is a good thing :-p

  • Awesome story! My first, and only, experience with bungee jumping was when I was about 18 and I decided to visit some relatives that lived on Vancouver Island in BC. I got a two-for-one coupon to the “longest legal bridge jump in North America” (or so it claimed almost 15 years ago) at a local climbing gym and I tried to talk my cousins into going with me. Nobody would muster up the courage to go with me so I decided to go by myself.

    Since I had the coupon, I had the choice of going once for half price but I opted to go twice for the price of one. They tried to talk me out of it since it was the first time I had gone but I insisted. It was a great experience and I always said I would do it again but I just never made it a priority.

    — Matt

    • Danny Dover

      lol, your story just got cooler and cooler as it went on. Vancouver Island is great and half price bungee jumping is even better.

      Perhaps I should be reading your adventure blog rather than the other way around :-)

  • Dude, i have no such bungee jumping adventure, I invite you to visit North Pakistan, Gilgit Baltistan, a peaceful region and have on the earth. You will find many challenging adventures like climbing on highest mountains and cycling on roads through heart of mountain. I would like to be your personal guide :D. Danny Love You MAN.

  • You’ve got balls kid, I don’t think I could ever do such a thing. It’s kinda creepy that you blacked out, but I’m glad you were able to remember part of the experience.

  • First off, I laughed quite a lot through this post. Especially the point where you said you decided that you were Danny. Second – the blackout thing would terrify me. But man, what a great story. Congrats on accomplishing it.

    • Danny Dover

      Thanks Miranda! Same goes for you, your blog was one of the first bucket list blogs I found. I have been reading it ever sense. :-)

  • Cindy

    I found your blog thru Michelle’s facebook. I really enjoyed reading this post. You are a funny guy forsure and a entertaining writer. I can’t wait to read more of your blogs.

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  • I just did this in Thailand in December. I’m not sure I would do it again… Have you tried the Catapult Bungee? There’s a video of both on my post. I was more scared about the free falling one, but I would say that the catapult bungee scared me more-possibly because I never ever saw anyone do one before I attempted it, and was terrified I’d hit the crane on my way up, and possibly because it wrapped me like a cotton reel and threw me around like a rag doll… I could defiitely imagine more injuries occurring from the Catapult Bungee once it takes off more (pardon the pun)… Check out the videos here. Mine was from 50 meters-LOVE the shot of you at the top before you’re about to jump by the way!

    http://emmasbucketlist.com/2012/01/03/3-2-1-bungeeeeeee/

  • Dude, that sucks that you black out. Have you asked your friends if you are shouting obscenities or speaking in tongues during that time? You never know. But seriously, that is pretty scary, and I’d feel kinda cheated, like my mind/body was not letting me get my money’s worth. Good for you for keeping on with the extreme sports, despite the black outs.

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