The morning of our final day on the road trip, Stefan and I killed time before my skydive by checking out some of the beaches around Lake Taupo.
A little too close for comfort, guys. I had a bad experience with a black swan up at Massey.
At long last: the skydive. I think I spent more time being nervous about it in the days leading up to it than during the actual jump.
Our plane of jumpers included myself, a German woman, a British man, and (I believe) a Chinese man. You get to know your fellow jumpers quite well beforehand. Probably because you’re all trying to distract yourselves from the insanity you’ve just agreed to.
The next five photos were taken (and given to me) by Taupo Tandem Skydiving, no copyright infringement intended, etc.
The point-of-no-return face.
The best way to celebrate a successful skydive: send your parents photographic evidence of your survival, then eat a Hawaiian pizza while looking out over a lake. Throwing yourself out of a plane can make you quite ravenous, particularly when you’ve been too afraid to eat beforehand.
Said view while enjoying the pizza:
And finally, this shot of quintessential New Zealand landscape, taken somewhere between Waiouru and Palmy. I wish I could take out that dang tree in the middle, but alas, my Photoshop skills are not that good.