The historic Kawarau bridge, 20 minutes outside Queenstown, is the site of the world’s first bungy jump. Since 1988 people have been jumping off this famous suspension bridge and today, Jill and I had the chance to join them! Much shorter than my last bungy (220 metres in Switzerland), this 43 metre drop gave me a thrill of different kind. Jumping off the platform was just as nerve racking as always. (I hope that potentially jumping to my death will always be at least a slightly scary experience, if it’s not it probably means something’s wrong with me!) But yeah, the fall didn’t last long but the pull back on the first bounce was much more violent than last time. I’m not sure how many G forces I was under but it definitely felt like more than the worst (best?) rollercoaster I’ve been on. After the bouncing stopped I was lowered on to a raft waiting below on the river. I made sure Jill went before me and freaked her out about it as much as I possibly could. I made sure she was adequately terrified of what we were about to do. It might not sound very nice but it was fun (for me!) and I think you enjoy stuff like this more after it’s done if you were scared before you did it. The bungy jump was the last thing we did in Queenstown.