We drove into Taupo the other day, and I had told Blackie that I was going to do a Bungy. Who am I to let the young fella down?

I walked in, credit card in hand, "Take this before I change my mind!". He did, and I couldn't change my mind. Shit.

As soon as I paid, my heart rate doubled, and my anus tightened. But fuck it, they know what they're doing? Right? So after a couple of straps (velcro!) went around my legs, and the 2 guys checked them, barely, I walked to the edge.



When I got to the bottom, I told the girl in the boat I was Irish, and she said I was quick to jump for an Irishman. So that was nice. Might do another one in Queenstown.