Skydiving: My First 60 Second Freefall

All about skydiving - tandem jump over spain

Skydiving. Madness, Really

14 000 feet, Costa Brava

“Bend your knees,” he says and I have to obey. From behind, he pulls the strap until the rubber scrapes my skull. I hug my arms against my chest and crank my head back, making the shackles around my thighs tighten further.

“Now,” he commands, as I try to ignore the gap where the side of the aeroplane should be, “don’t forget to smile for the camera.”

And with that, we’re gone.

About skydives - tandem fall against blue sky and clouds

Sixty Second Freefall

The First SkyDive

Of course, there’s been a build up to my first sky dive. Hundreds of thousands of other people have already done this, including, I’m hoping, my instructor. I use this thought to keep me steady on the morning of the big day. I’ve met people who’ve done parachute-loads of these things, including those for whom it’s simply a matter of getting from A to B: barracks to war zone. Their plight puts my pre-jump jitters into perspective.

Then again, there’s no escaping the fact that it’s only string that’ll stop me from hurtling into the earth at 180 km per hour or, as it’s otherwise described, at terminal velocity.

As soon as I arrive at Empuriabrava in northeast Spain, it’s obvious I don’t belong. Sun-weathered faces cluster along the bar, while the loudspeaker announces the next “drop” with all the excitement of a station manager in Epping. The whoosh of all-black ninjas turning somersaults in the air before speeding in to land gets ignored by everyone apart from us.

Skydiving Training

We, the skydiving virgins, are shown a five stage cartoon: cross arms, head back, knees bent, jump. One tap on the shoulder to open your arms. Second to brings arms to chest as the parachute opens. Knees bent for landing. Questions?

Our training, admittedly advertised as brief, lasts for less than five minutes. Then the waiting begins.

There’s plenty of time to think about the important things in life: wills, outstanding emails, and every song with a potential link to skydiving. Having dismissed Jump by the House of Pain and something worse by Van Halen, I decide that if I have to have music in my mind as I plunge to my death, it might as well be Top Gun’s Danger Zone.

And so I swagger along the airstrip, my heroic stance only slightly undermined by the harness-induced waddle that makes me glad to be a girl.

I duck beneath the tail of the plane and catch a hint of burnt rubber. The Spanish sun greets me with ferocity as my hands grasp raw metal and my feet take me up the ladder, rung by rung. This, I already know, is the real point of no return. One step, the other step, keep walking, keep climbing. The humiliation of breaking an ankle before I’m even inside the plane would be simply too much to bear.

We’re in. The door closes. We’re off.  Squashed into two benches that face one another, I’m reminded, out of nowhere, of the ritual sacrifices in Aztec America. The skydiving instructors morph into faceless priests of the sky, camouflaged by helmets, sunglasses, balaclavas and cables. Only Ana and I look like flesh and blood humans, with our hair loose, faces exposed and summer clothes barely skimming our skin.

I smell petrol and heat and realise that it’s already started, that the first ones have gone.

“Sit on my lap,” says my instructor, whose name Santo translates, reassuringly, into saint.

“We must get ready,” says Santo, to the backdrop of clinking metal.  The harness compresses my pelvis and ribcage and we stumble along the plane. It’s here, right now, that the absurdity of the situation takes hold. There’s a gaping hole where the side of the plane should be and not only do we not have our seatbelts on, but we’re walking right past it. Are they c-r-a-zy?! Don’t they know how dangerous this is? That we could fall out at any moment?

I’m not sure whether the roaring in my ears comes from the engine, the scalding air or the blood that’s blasting through my temples. Still, I’ve decided not to pay attention. All I have to remember to do is to bend my knees, cross my arms and, X&*^!, there was something else.

The miniature fields of Costa Brava taunt me from far below, the speeding air steals the breath from my airways and within seconds I’m suspended in the air, clipped to Santo. The photographer hangs in the doorway like an animated Spider-Man and I know that this is the moment we’ve been waiting for: the 60 second freefall.

He disappears. Then so do we.

First photo about tandem skydive with aeroplane

And we’re gone…

Tandem Skydive - Just about in view of the plane

Sixty Second Freefall

Nothing could have prepared me for this. Not snowboarding, not diving, nothing. I don’t feel as though I’m falling, I’m spinning upwards and backwards in a jet of burning air that whips away my voice, deafens my ears and spins my brain into overdrive. Those ochre fields twist around in hexagonal disarray. The earth and coast move way too fast and something slowly registers that I don’t seem to be breathing.

Closeup of tandem freefall in Costa Brava EmpuriaBrava Neutral survival kicks in: you need to try harder. Breathe through your nose, breathe harder, harder again, really use your lungs, you’re running out of time. I try it all, then swallow hard.

I’ve adjusted to this strange new reality and I stretch out my arms, feeling the sky run through my fingers like scorched cotton candy. I’m seeing the world in a whole new way when my throat chokes, my shoulders snap back and those thigh harnesses remind me that they’re there. The tumble dryer effect continues for another few seconds and then it stops. We’re still. Floating, dreamlike in the quiet, quiet air.

I hear Santo’s voice in my ear as he loosens my goggles, unfastens the harness and asks if I’m alright.

All about a tandem skydive over spain: fields below skydivers

Tandem skydive showing the mediterranean coast

Plummeting over the Mediterrannean Coast

Parachute opening during a skydive

Parachute

Through the haze, the Pyrenees rise up like purple shark fins. The Mediterranean Coast glitters appropriately. Santo points out the airport, the towns, and the border with France that hovers on the horizon.

He loops canvas over my fingers. Pull left to spin left, right to spin right, both down hard to stop. I’m flying, floating, soaring across the sky and it’s the most amazing, freeing feeling. I wave at the others on the ground and see them waving back.

It’s freedom, it’s intoxicating, it’s enough to mess with your mind.

We sweep in to land and my graceful out of body experience ends in a graceless heap on the floor. I’m not injured but it’s a shame the TV cameras were watching. Still, it could have been worse. I could have died thinking of Van Halen.

My skydiving experience at Empuriabrava was sponsored by the Costa Brava Tourist Board. As you’ve probably gathered by now, all views are my own.

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70 Responses to Skydiving: My First 60 Second Freefall

  1. Pete | Hecktic Travels May 24, 2011 at 3:55 am #

    So awesome. I will be in Spain later this year and this will be a must. I don’t know who will be more nervous me in the plane or my wife on the ground watching me…

    • Abi May 26, 2011 at 1:18 am #

      You…Er, I mean, that is, I don’t know either of you so it could go either way…;) Have fun!

  2. Alex May 24, 2011 at 9:58 pm #

    Great story, I am feeling as I\ve experienced it myself )
    How much did it cost?

  3. Faith June 4, 2011 at 12:41 am #

    This post actually made me want to go sky diving. This sounds amazing! :D

    • Abi June 7, 2011 at 7:57 pm #

      Fantastic news! I’m so glad I jumped…

  4. Scott - Quirky Travel Guy June 8, 2011 at 10:48 pm #

    What an engaging post. It’s great that you got so many pictures in the air. I’m looking forward to my first time :)

    • Abi June 28, 2011 at 3:56 pm #

      Hope you had a great first jump – drop by and let us know how it went.

  5. Henry Williams August 4, 2011 at 6:56 pm #

    yea this is a great story i was never brave enough to try this

    • Abi March 24, 2012 at 12:35 pm #

      There’s always time…

  6. Kyle August 16, 2011 at 9:36 am #

    You. Are. SO. Brave. I look at this and get a knot in my stomach. No desire, but I did love looking at your pics :)

    • Abi March 24, 2012 at 12:38 pm #

      Glad you enjoyed the pics. It’s been a while since I looked at them…Now I’m getting a knot in my stomach as I look at them!

  7. Jillian August 25, 2011 at 8:13 pm #

    I’m with Terry Lee, been there, done that…thanks to you.

    • Abi March 23, 2012 at 8:35 pm #

      Glad to have been of service ;)

  8. Natalie @ GoForFun.com.au August 28, 2011 at 12:44 pm #

    Thanks for sharing your experience!! It’s sooo fun :)
    I would wish I was brave as you are :)) I eager to feel that feelings but scared too much at the moment! :-D May be one day I’ll do it!
    Thanks for inspiration!

    Cheers,
    Natalie

    • Abi March 24, 2012 at 12:30 pm #

      Once you’re in the plane, courage doesn’t matter! I hope you do get to do it one day- and that you enjoy it. Cheers, Abi

  9. Flexicover October 11, 2011 at 6:28 pm #

    I remember my skydive, I did it in Nottingham for a charity and it was terrifying at start but ending with soo much fun! The guys in front were showing off doing handstands and falling out of plane whereas I was holding onto my instructor for dear life.

    Your photos are in good quality :)

    • Abi March 23, 2012 at 8:20 pm #

      Yeah, I think I need a few more jumps under my belt before I start showing off…One step at a time ;)

  10. Jim C. May 17, 2012 at 5:59 pm #

    Going Sunday May 20 …. its my 65th Birthday and my first jump will be in Deland Florida…which i think has an excellent reputation. I am informed that i will be tethered with an instructor as we jump out at 15000 ft. My wife is jumping tethered to an instructor also.

    • Abi May 17, 2012 at 7:59 pm #

      Enjoy! You probably will be tethered – they don’t usually let you jump alone for the first time!

  11. Mary B. July 9, 2012 at 7:18 pm #

    Wow, this is awesome! As much as I love to scuba dive, I’m dying to try this too. I can see that you really enjoyed your experience. Seeing you, it inspires me to really try this one day. I really wanna try this and hopefully I’m gonna have fun like you.

    • Abi July 10, 2012 at 12:17 am #

      Good luck! My husband’s done it since & seemed to think it was a breeze…;)

  12. Ahmed Naween January 20, 2013 at 9:00 pm #

    Wow, Lucky you are, It is so nice of you to share you photos and feelings about your first jump.

    • Abi May 9, 2013 at 7:59 pm #

      No worries!

  13. Rachel Ramos February 28, 2013 at 3:20 pm #

    Amazing. Simply amazing. Always wanted to try this but I never had the guts for it. I don’t know why I am so scared. You are such an inspiration to me.

    Best of luck to you:)

    • Abi May 9, 2013 at 8:04 pm #

      Thousands of years of evolution telling us it’s a bad idea to jump off high things…That explains the fear I think! Best of luck to you too :-)

  14. Dan | Web Developer May 3, 2013 at 11:19 am #

    Great post, I’ve always wanted to give skydiving a go, just waiting for the right holiday. It tends to be quite expensive though?

    • Abi May 9, 2013 at 8:08 pm #

      It’s around £100 as a rough rule of thumb for your first jump…With discounts applicable if you sign up for a week long course to jump solo (!)

  15. ilgen2013 May 27, 2013 at 11:38 pm #

    how cool is that!

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