What does skydiving feel like?

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What does skydiving feel like? This article will tell you all about it. Based on a first time jump in Spain. 

 Updated 2022.

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What does skydiving feel like?

“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.

That first skydiving experience via @insidetravellab

My First SkyDiving Experience

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.

The Ascent

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 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.

Getting Ready

“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.

Just Before the Jump

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

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 EmpuriaBravaNeutral 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

Parachute opening during a skydive


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.

First Time Skydiving Tips

  • Wear comfortable, secure clothes that cover most of your body. 
  • Wear trainers or sneakers that you can lace securely. You’ll need to run on landing.
  • Arrive in plenty of time. You don’t want to feel rushed during the training session. 
  • Don’t bring too many valuables with you – you won’t be able to take much up in the plane. 
  • Leave yourself plenty of time in your itinerary after the jump. Everyone on our first skydiving experience was buzzing and it takes a while to decompress. Allow yourself the time to savour what you’ve just done. 
  • Book with a reputable company – always! The best way to start is through tandem skydiving with experienced skydivers.
  • Don’t feel pressured into it if you really don’t want to jump. You do need to be able to follow instructions and keep calm and instructors will stop you jumping if they think you can’t manage this on your first skydive. While it’s great to receive gift certificates or raise money for charity, remember, it’s supposed to be safe and it’s supposed to be fun. It’s always OK to say no on the ground! 
  • Get ready for the roller coaster ride and the stomach drop of your first jump. Skydiving feels like nothing else and it’s impossible to prepare you for it!

Skydiving FAQs

So, what does skydiving feel like? If I still haven’t convinced you, let me try another way. 

What’s the scariest part of skydiving?

For me, and for most, the scariest part is just before you jump. The gap at the side of the airplane is open and things seem very, very fast. 

Is skydiving safe?

In general, yes, but accidents do happen. However, the same can be said of driving a car. As long as you book and jump with reputable companies, you’ve done all you can. 

How fast do you fall when you skydive?

You fall at about 120 mph when skydiving – that’s the freefall speed in mph. Once the parachute opens, you can glide around peacefully at a much slower pace. 

How does skydiving work?

You put on a harness, strap yourself to an instructor, get into an airplane and then jump!

There is a little more to it (so please do attend the training session) but in short, you need to have your arms crossed and legs bent as you jump out of the plane. Then you can adopt that frog-like position with arms and legs outstretched to reduce spinning. 

Experienced skydivers will also need to know how to check, fold and deploy the parachute. 

When you come into land, you need to time it right and get running as the earth rises up. 

Is there a sensation of falling?

Not for me, there wasn’t. It felt as though I was being pushed up by a jet of hot air. It was only the view below that gave me any clue that I was falling.

And we’re gone… Plummeting over the Mediterrannean Coast

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 thoughts on “What does skydiving feel like?”

  1. Hi Abi, sounds like you had an amazing experience at Empuriabrava, they’re one of the many great spots in Europe. For those on the fence about jumping out of a perfectly good plane, have a look at https://www.dropzone.com/skydiving/ . The page has a lot of information on the sport plus a link to a drop zone finder enabling you to find a spot nearby to do your first jump.

    Blue Skies!


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