Slung

Slung

So you’re sitting there comfortably having a chat with your best friend, oblivious to anything else that’s happening around you. Little do you know that any minute now you are going to be flung into the air violently by two cables attached to the metal ball you are sitting in. Suddenly, all of St Julian’s air rushes down your body, and you clench onto the two sticks like there’s no tomorrow.

Life and thoughts are rushing through your body squashing against the roof of your skull as an air bubble would in a turned over bottle of water. And that’s exactly what happens next, your body is turned over and you are left facing the ground, from the safe distance of 70 meters. Objects look too tiny to describe, almost microscopic, and there you are, dangling.

The level of discomfort comforts you as your only form of venting is to yell and curse under your breath. Finally as the ball slows down and reaches its climax, your only way is down, and trusts me that’s all you want to do. Fortunately, the ball moves slowly downwards, increasing your anxiety levels because all you want to do is reach land level again. But if you’re anything like me, and love the adrenaline, you would accept the chance to go again, with no break in between.

Here we go again, the wind, the rush, the noise, the dizzy heights and the comforting discomforts. Only the second time round, it appears slower as your body can now cope with the accelerating forces. Now you can simply enjoy the view of Malta from 70 m and spot new things you’ve never known about the city. Amazing.
Seeing the video later makes you re livew the moment, but little do you know that the forces ridicule your face. You are sat there going through the paces, and watching the video later is hilarious. Being a short ride, the adrenaline never stops, where as in sky diving you are calmed down as you parachute downwards after the free fall. The pumping adrenaline rushes through your body as you walk home. The fun never stops.