|Face Down Ass Up|
We had our little pack of Frendz from the hostel, but there is something about the fear and hilarity of watching people jump off cliffs, arms rolling frantically like they are desperately trying to roll up a pair of broken windows, and then impact into the water in all manner of painful styles that instantly bonds. Soon everyone on the boat were best friends and chants of "Jump, Jump Jump!!" rose in the air, egging on each new cautious contestant. The highest platform was maybe 10-15 meters, it is hard to tell. But its high enough that doing flips was completely out of the question. You are in the air long enough to pray that you don't land on your back and that your health insurance is in order. Our friend James had filled his tank with Red Horse and was fueled for liftoff. He jumped from the high dive, and quickly it became clear that he was leaning back, leaning back... his arms flailed like out of control windmills but it was useless. CRAAAACKKK!!! A collective "oooooooooooo" came from the crowd. James came up, his face in a grimace, one hand on the back. On dry land he proudly showed blood oozing out of his skin. "Mate I just couldn't breathe... oh I'm shattered!"
|Dave and Pat, actual size, surrounded by their fans|
I had never realized Cliff Jumping could be performance art.