Skydiving in Paradise

New Zealand, Queenstown

Fear: the natural survival instinct responding to the threat of danger. I had already flown 10,000 miles from home. I had already come alone. But the life of an adrenaline junkie is a difficult one—there is only the next challenge, the next destination, the next jump.

Three hours earlier, I boarded a plane to New Zealand with much chagrin. Sydney was still echoing in my memory, pleading for my return like a love song. The flight itself to NZ was forgettable; the approach was rocky. The plane jerked this way and that as we dropped altitude, rumbling into the swamp-like tangle of storm clouds that shielded everything from view, and I sat helplessly annoyed by my choice to forgo an extended stay in Oz.

My face was gracelessly pressed up against the window glass when the 737 banked to the right and plunged below the cloud cover. The South Island instantly loomed into focus like the prelude to an epic fantasy. New Zealand, in those moments, had only the surprise of looking exactly as it did in my dreams. Suddenly, the window seat I had coveted since my first flight so many years ago seemed trivial. My trip had so far totaled 30 in-flight hours. I was sick of sitting in planes. That day, I wanted to jump out of one.


Nothing, nothing, can prepare you for jumping out of an airplane. Nzone Skydive flies you 15,000 feet above Queenstown, where, from inside a seatless plane, you can see all the way to Mount Cook. Then all you can see is nothing below you, as your legs hang helplessly over the side of the plane. The adrenaline that pumps through your veins is cold with the thin air. The next 60 seconds are pure free-fall, plummeting to the ground at TK mph. The woman who jumped after me must have been 60 years old, and said the same. There’s no place better to see the world than in Queenstown, floating above snow-capped mountain ranges and cobalt blue rivers that snake into Lake Wakatipu.

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