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Umm Al Quwain: Jumping out of an airplane from 9, feet up, bound to the front of a man I had met only hours earlier, probably constitutes the dumbest thing I have ever embarked on in my all-too short life. It also rates pretty far up on the crazy-o-meter. It also tops the list of the most exciting five minutes of my life. It all started with a chance meeting. Sent to photograph Julie Amer of Mountain High for an article about International Women's Day, she inquired would I be interested in a parachute jump to mark the occasion.
The idea stuck in my head though and I realised that perhaps skydiving was what I needed to do to shake up my life a little. She said that 17 others would also be jumping and asked if I could raise a minimum of Dh3, to benefit the Breast Cancer Foundation of the Emirates, as the jump would be a Tickled Pink event.
With less than a week to go to the date I was a little nervous about having to raise the money. However, thanks to the Dubai Racing Club and my friends and colleagues, I was able to raise Dh3, for the charity. A big thank you everyone who sponsored me. The day arrived and out to the Umm Al Quwain aeroclub I went. I had imagined that we would all go up together or in small groups in a cargo-type plane and jump. This was not the case at all. The planes that we were jumping from were tiny - there was only room for five people, including the pilot, and no door, just a big old view out the side.
Most of the jumpers asked for a video of the experience, which meant that the videographer took up one spot, the jumper another and the instructor that the jumper would be paired with took up the third spot. So we were almost all to jump one-by-one. My instructor was J. Raath, an easy-going South African. He calmly talked me through the whole experience, showed me how to position my body for the various stages of the jump and got me strapped into the harness that would bind the two of us together and keep me from plunging to my death.
