So Marat woke me up this morning exactly 2 seconds before my alarm went off to head downstairs to do a quick morning worship sesh. After spending sometime in 1 Peter, I realized time had flown by and I didn’t have much time to eat breakfast. So I hurried to the breakfast table and was blown away by what was there.
They had real Nutella.
I know right? How could this day possibly get better? Well it did. I scarfed down my breakfast, checked out a beach towel – these hostels don’t like customers taking their shower towels on their adventures. A van picked our group up, and we headed to our first adventure of the day. We put on our wetsuits, grabbed some sketchy water shoes without ankle support, and a helmet with a funny name on it. Of course I went for the Frodo helmet, since we’re about the same height.
The end result looked like this:
Yeah. We’re tough.
What could we possibly be doing in all this gear you might ask? Well… I don’t really know how to explain it. It’s called canyoning. You kinda have to experience it to understand, or watch a video on YouTube or something. The best description I’ve heard is “white water rafting without the raft.” We slide down several chutes in a river, rappelled down a big rock, flew like Superman into the current below us, and almost slipped serval times. But most of all, we had a great time. The entire group was grinning ear to ear (except for Taylor because she cut her finger). We had three guides: Stef (a Swiss native), Nina (from Germany), and Matt (from New Zealand). I’m pretty sure Matt secretly hated Indigo and me for constantly saying “amazing” in an Australian accent, but we weren’t going to have it any other way.
Once we made it to the bottom and got back to the base, I had some coffee – the caffeine was needed for the rest of the day -, took a hot shower, and got suckered into paying for a highlight video from the trip. Ah Who am I kidding? There was never a shadow of a doubt in my mind that I was going to buy the video.
Don’t worry the day didn’t end there.
The next activity consisted of getting a kebab just down the street. If you think that sounds boring, that’s because you just read about canyoning. The kebab was a fantastic experience. It was food, and in the words of Dr. Pitcock, “this is the hungriest CR yet.”
But wait! There’s more!!
After some down time, 11 of us met in the lobby to go to the land of Myth known as “drop zone.” We were all extremely excited and ready to go, but the van picking us up got stuck in traffic, so the hype was kinda lulled. Don’t worry though. We didn’t even know what hype was until we were almost at the end of the activity. I debated ending the post there to keep you in suspense, but then I realized that other people are probably going to post about it anyways.
So we got to the runway, took some sweet pics (see below), and tried to contain our excitement for what was about to happen. Here are some of the pictures of us before we got on the plane.
(Sorry, Mom. I didn’t position myself correctly in the jumping picture so you can’t really see me, but I promise I’m in it)
What followed was an unforgettable experience. I free fell from 13,000 feet out of an airplane, did a barrel roll and a back flip, and then fell through the cloud of a storm that came out of nowhere. I don’t know how many people reading this have been to Interlaken, but it truly is one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever seen, and the beauty from that high up as you plummet towards it is impossible to explain. Also I definitely screamed like a pre-pubescent teenage boy when I jumped. Unfortunately, I won’t have the pictures for a few days, but when I do, they’ll be all over the Insta and I’ll update this blog post! I know the blog has been pretty heavy lately, and we’ve definitely been feeling that weight as well. Today was a much needed break from the emotional limits we’ve been pushing on this experience, and I hope you can see that from the smiles on our faces (and from the irony of the “serious” pictures).