This week Google Photos app pleasantly reminded me of some wonderful trips I had 10 years back in South Korea. During this visit to South Korea I made some good friends and had quite a few good trips near and around Suwon city. And now when I sit back reminiscing all the good moments from this trip I realized I haven't written any posts unfortunately in this blog about these trips. I can only reason out to my hectic workload during weekdays and busy wandering during weekends.
Today the app brought up a photo of my 1st bungee jump. Boy!, that was one helluva experience. Even today I distinctly remember the whole series of events that unfolded on that day. So I decided to pen it down now.
Winters are real cold in Suwon, South Korea with good amount of snow and -ve temperatures, but that didn't deter me and my friends from visiting places of attraction. Back then it wasn't so easy getting information about places of attraction or about commutation details; we didn't have present day websites/apps/services and English translated data was rarely found. However, we got necessary information about a place called Nami Island from our Korean colleagues and decided to visit one fine weekend. I remember the journey included a bus journey for few hours and a taxi ride, not forgetting the funny interactions & help taken from local Koreans who helped us with directions & all despite not knowing English.
I along with my 3 friends reached this place on that cold afternoon. We had to take a ferry to reach the main island. It was a beautiful place full of trees, water all around, perhaps a great place for a summer getaway.
We spent couple of hours roaming around and then started back. On our way back, I saw a huge board advertising "Korea's highest bungee jump". I instantly decided to go for it despite the fact we were getting late for our return journey. One couple in the group said 'No' downright and the other girl, though willing, couldn't gather enough courage to join me.
I remember, there was a group of 4-5 Korean boys along with me at the top of the tower, which was ~55 meters high, waiting for the organizers to set up things for the jumps. In fact, I also recollect the boys discussing with me about Mahatma Gandhi & other Indian aspects once they came to know I'm an Indian. They, as a matter of fact, pushed me to the front of the queue. Couldn't know whether it was a sign of respect for a foreigner or yanking my chain😛
There was I, standing at the edge of the deck looking down at the water, wondering "What the hell am I doing?!". I was confident when I took the stairs to the top, while talking to those folks and when I'm about to jump I'm shit scared. I could hear my heart pounding. It was cold and dark already. I hear those boys having a good laugh about my situation. And to make things worse, I see this guy who was tightening my rope & harness innocently asking, 'Do I have to push you?' seeing me little tensed. I politely declined his offer and decided to gather all my courage and take that one awesome jump 😃
It was so exhilarating that I started howling when I jumped. It was one heck of an experience which is so very difficult to forget.
I'm happy to share this video where I'm being taken off to safety after the jump in a boat.
[I can feel my heart beating faster right now while I am writing this 😁. Just imagine, it's been a decade since I did this crazy stuff and I still *FEEL* it]
My other friend was so envious seeing me so happy & excited about the whole experience, and later regretted not joining me. I simply couldn't take that smile off my face the whole journey back home. There was a sense of accomplishment and pride in it. I cherish it even today.
Today the app brought up a photo of my 1st bungee jump. Boy!, that was one helluva experience. Even today I distinctly remember the whole series of events that unfolded on that day. So I decided to pen it down now.
Winters are real cold in Suwon, South Korea with good amount of snow and -ve temperatures, but that didn't deter me and my friends from visiting places of attraction. Back then it wasn't so easy getting information about places of attraction or about commutation details; we didn't have present day websites/apps/services and English translated data was rarely found. However, we got necessary information about a place called Nami Island from our Korean colleagues and decided to visit one fine weekend. I remember the journey included a bus journey for few hours and a taxi ride, not forgetting the funny interactions & help taken from local Koreans who helped us with directions & all despite not knowing English.
I along with my 3 friends reached this place on that cold afternoon. We had to take a ferry to reach the main island. It was a beautiful place full of trees, water all around, perhaps a great place for a summer getaway.
We spent couple of hours roaming around and then started back. On our way back, I saw a huge board advertising "Korea's highest bungee jump". I instantly decided to go for it despite the fact we were getting late for our return journey. One couple in the group said 'No' downright and the other girl, though willing, couldn't gather enough courage to join me.
I remember, there was a group of 4-5 Korean boys along with me at the top of the tower, which was ~55 meters high, waiting for the organizers to set up things for the jumps. In fact, I also recollect the boys discussing with me about Mahatma Gandhi & other Indian aspects once they came to know I'm an Indian. They, as a matter of fact, pushed me to the front of the queue. Couldn't know whether it was a sign of respect for a foreigner or yanking my chain😛
There was I, standing at the edge of the deck looking down at the water, wondering "What the hell am I doing?!". I was confident when I took the stairs to the top, while talking to those folks and when I'm about to jump I'm shit scared. I could hear my heart pounding. It was cold and dark already. I hear those boys having a good laugh about my situation. And to make things worse, I see this guy who was tightening my rope & harness innocently asking, 'Do I have to push you?' seeing me little tensed. I politely declined his offer and decided to gather all my courage and take that one awesome jump 😃
It was so exhilarating that I started howling when I jumped. It was one heck of an experience which is so very difficult to forget.
I'm happy to share this video where I'm being taken off to safety after the jump in a boat.
[I can feel my heart beating faster right now while I am writing this 😁. Just imagine, it's been a decade since I did this crazy stuff and I still *FEEL* it]
My other friend was so envious seeing me so happy & excited about the whole experience, and later regretted not joining me. I simply couldn't take that smile off my face the whole journey back home. There was a sense of accomplishment and pride in it. I cherish it even today.
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