So, the challenge: to climb to the top of a 25 metre pole, stand, unaided, on
top of the pole, balance there
for a moment on your feet alone, and then jump across a gulf perhaps 2.5 metres wide and catch a trapeze bar. This was no mere
jump/fall: at every stage, I would have to do it alone.
Top of the pole. No hesitation now. Hesitate and the mind might switch back on and interfere.
Left foot up, right foot up, and stand.
Focus outwards and across, not down.
I'm aware that the ground is so far below, it is not important, the pole is narrow, it is not important.
There's the trapeze, at eye-level, just over there. How interesting.
Shuffle forward, grip the edge of the pole with your toes. Look across, ready to spring,
shout it out: "Three! Two! One! Go!!"
I got the trapeze! I got it! Ha! HA! Eat shit AJ Hackett! Ha ha! Bite me, Lara Croft!
The bungy boys stayed on the ground.
Rafting again, Kaituna, Rotorua.
Now this really is the perfect thing to do after days of rain. The river was a raging
torrent, blasting along like a high pressure hose through the three waterfalls we were
to take, the third a drop of seven metres. It was absurd! Ridiculous! After a week complaining about
the rain, we were now going to unnecessary lengths to ensure we got as wet as possible. More water!
Up to the drop. Anyone getting out? No, let's go! Go... down! Shrieking like
junior banshees at a Popstars (TM) concert, we went down... rush water face full gaa
bloof ... and, out. Fantastic, whoops, there goes Naiana, oh she's popped up over there,
let's go again, he he he...bloof..
Water, Thales, heh, great stuff, gaa roof blagh splat, he he...