Tenuous title there, hope you’re getting it and inevitably “lolling” your sides off. It refers of course, to my first and possibly last bungy jump, which took place on a rickety bride 160 metres above a river in a Nepalese gorge. To say I needed encouragement to get to the edge of the platform is an understatement. My ankles bound, I shuffled by such tiny margins towards the abyss the bloke in charge pretty much had to push me off. However, just before the push I managed to bend my knees and force the semblance of a swan-dive out of my petrified frame. People cheered, I tried to scream but my voice was left behind on the bridge. Meanwhile Spinks and Stin were busy performing fearless backward dives. Show-offs.
Later we went canyoning, which consisted largely of abseiling down waterfalls. Stin and Marcus provided the comedy of the day, both resembling roller-skating deer as they splayed their legs on the cliff faces and bounced their helpless bodies off sodden rocks and crevices. At one point, I fell over laughing at them, not to say I was much better.
Nepal is beautiful by the way, but you probably already knew that. The other day, we experienced a little earthquake. Well I say little, but far away in Sikkim, where the epicenter was, it was a lot more than little. Back in Kathmandu, we were watching football on a hotel bed. The bed began to rock back and forth, and the light was swinging like a pendulum. Initially I thought the next door couple were going for it in a big way until it finally clicked. “It’s a bloody earthquake!” I insightfully remarked, upon which we ran around like headless chickens and made for the lobby. Sadly just round the corner a wall had collapsed and killed three people, one of whom was in their car and the other two, tragically were a father and his daughter.
So that’s the last bungy I want to do and most definitely the last earthquake. Next stop – The Annapurna trek.