But I AM adventurous , I 'm bad,I'm mean ......I go to the extreme. OOOOH you don't believed me.
Well I'd done jet skiing .......at 30 kmph .
On my defence,I was afraid I might hit someones' head. You never know anyone would be lurking underwater two kilometres from the beach.
It was a few years back, when I had a knack for new adventures.
I was stressed out from work and I wanted to go the beach to get my mind out of things. Beach at my home town was Port Dickson.
Little old me was walking on the beach, when I noticed that they were renting Jet skiis, Rm 45 an hour. It was low peak at that time and they didn't have any customer.
Internally I was playing tug and war with my conscience. Should I or shouldn't I, should I or shouldn't I?
My adventurous side was getting the better of me , I was stress anyway , why not just go for a cruise.
ON , I told the brother that was renting out the jet skii.
He took me out to the middle of the sea, well it was a few km from the beach. He showed me how to use the throttle, how to press the gas for speed.
He jumped on another jet skii and shouted to me to have fun.
I did have fun ! I was enjoying the wind on my face , the splurt of sea water as my jet skii gracefully crashed over the waves.
I was the king of the world!!!!!
Ahhhhhhhhh peace of mind.
I was daydreaming until I was interupted by big waves.
Zooming pass me was a road runner on jet skii , full throttle with the engine blazing, the rider was doing tricks, swirling around , bouncing on the seat trying to control.
Vroomm, the rider swirl and did a sharp turn or what we call 'corner baring',
Before I can blink , he was at the far end of the beach. It was oooo-ssome to watch his stunt. There goes the driver riding with the theme song Highway to Hell while here I was doing I think 30 cause there was no meter on the jet skii, doing a My little poney , my little poney.
Soon, my time was up. I turned back to the beach , and there was a small group as I approached.
Were they awe struck by my ability to manuever the jet skii by myself?
NOOoooooo....
They were laughing, as I was coming nearer, the guy that taught me earlier was laughing.
'That was the first that anyone got on a jet skii and did 30 kmph!"
Hmmmmmphhh, I didn't care what they think....I got on a jet skii that day and did it my way . Which was also the song that I sang as I drove back home.....
Next adventure.......
One of the things in my bucket list that I wanted to do was para- sailing.( the one with chute not the one with the glider)
I manage to get the opportunity when my family and I went for a vacation in Langkawi.
We stayed in a motel at Pantai Chenang. We were lucky to get a room facing the sea.
Our room had a balcony where we lounge there taking in the sea air and the panoramic view.
One bright morning, I was sitting there all by myself, I saw a few people para sailing on the beach. I saw the motorboat launching them from the beach, a little running and there they were soaring up in the sky , being pulled by the boat further up into sky.
I want that, I said to myself. Besides I was already here , I had to do it.
I went to my parents and said I want to go para- sailing .
NO...was the answer. Now, some people would think their being overprotective , trust me their not, with more that five accidents under my belt they know how their daughter works. They were just cautious. Yes, I am independent and old but they were my chaperone, out of respect I need to get their permission.
PLEASE.........NO.
And I did what any reasonable adult would do........ehm... I grovel...
Please ....one time.
For about 15 minutes.
At least , I guess I manage to mentally exhaust them....they agreed.
ON one condition , you bring your brother.
I looked at my little brother grinning ear to ear. If he had known what would happen , he would have not agreed.
So happily, I went down to the beach and told the person in charge that I wanted to go para sailing.
Soon we were strapped up. They had spread the chute on the beach easier for it to open up as we were being pulled by the motorboat.
My brother was strapped behind me and I was in front. I was so called the look out person.
My brother's task was to pull the marked rope, left and right. Pull left to slowly descend then right and then when reaching the ground pull both. Someone would be signalling us the instruction from the beach,
Easy peasy lemon squeezzy.
That was until they ask for both of our glasses.
Uh-oh what happens when you tell someone whose blind as a bat to para sail?
We didn't have enough time to argue.
The motorboat was pulling our strapped, we were running on the beach and as soon our feet hit the water, we had lift off.
Slowly , we were pull up to the sky, the chute had open up pulling us up , up and away.
It was GLORIOUS.
I had my fear before taking off but being up there where you can see everything so small and beautiful, you forget everything. My brother was awe struck also as he was quiet well quieter than his normal self.
The boat took us to another side of the beach. I spreading my hands, Top of the World Baby!!!!!
Then blurily I saw someone on the beach and he was waving both his hands.
Hey,hey, he's signalling.
Which side?
Both?
Are you sure?
Yeah?
Both?
Yeah....
My brother pulled both the rope and we fell.
Well, we didn't immediately drop down, thank god as the parachute and the wind was protecting us from that but we were dropping and we were dropping at a quick speed on the sandy beach. As we were getting closer , I could see all the men running towards what they expected our landing spot. They were shouting frantically , waving their hands madly
What are they saying? Asked my brother.
No, idea.
My brother was taller than me so his legs hit the ground first both of us were flung to the ground and I would have gone face first into the sand had my brother not manage to pull me. The parachute was on top of us.
All the around us the men working at the para sailing rental store was busy pulling the chute off of us , asking were we ok, were we hurt. I could see their faces, they were pale and so was my brother.
Somehow during that death defining moment my adrenaline kicked in.
Lets do it again!!!!!
NO!!!
Oh well, I did manage to scratch that out of my bucket list although traumatizing my brother for a while.
That's all for now.
Daredevil wannabe out.....
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