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Bungee Jumping in Croatia

Im fucking petrified. We are coming to the day, the time.

This has been on my mind for a long time, bungee jumping. Like sky diving, I’ve watched a lot of videos on it over the years, and always told myself “one day.”

Right when I showed up to Zadar, Croatia to check into my hostel, I saw a pamphlet advertising “bungee jumping” and told myself, “this is it.”

Legit company, 15+ years of history and safety. Dope view point over an amazing lake and bridge. And very cheap, as far as bungee jumping goes. It checked all the boxes. Yet my stomach started to curl on the inside. Not in the, I had an amazing dinner and ate too much cheese kind of way. More of like if my stomach was a washing machine. And my guts and inside were all the clothes just getting tossed around and around in a circular motion.

But I have to do it. I just need someone to hold me accountable.

Easy enough, hostels are always filled with people who want to do random shit. After a couple hours on the beach and chilling in the lobby of the hostel, I get 2 other girls to join me for the day. This is great, now my male chauvinistic ass has to do it. I can’t let 2 young girls laugh and jump off a bridge while I stand shaking in the corner.

It’s the night before, and I can’t sleep. Im tossing and turning. I keep repeating the facts over and over again to myself: “higher chance of dying in a car crash…higher chance of dying from a bee sting…” but somehow it’s no longer helping. My new best bet is to try to not think of it at all. Or to fast forward my life 18 hours ahead, when I’ve either completed the jump or died in the process.

I go to a cafe the morning before, thinking I can work on one of my side projects, but end up just watching motivational videos on YouTube to hype myself up. Mateusz M, you are a real G for your videos. Im getting goosebumps all over my arms. This isn’t really a big deal. Im fine. I need to do what scares me. Hell, I even picked out my t-shirt on purpose for the day. On the back it has a quote from Awolnation: “Never let your fear decide your fate.” I need to live by that.

One hour before the jump: The 2 girls are going to meet up with me at the cafe and we’re going to take an Uber over to the bridge. I’ve now decided to just not think. Let’s turn my brain off for the next hour. Yes, that will be better. I don’t have to do much. Just jump. Im good at jumping. Ive jumped a bunch in my life. I just have to move 2 feet. Thats it. The more I think about it, I don’t really need to be brave for long. Really just 2 seconds. Just for the jump. Everything before that, I’m not in any danger. And everything after the jump, it’s too late anyways. So I just need to be brave for 2 seconds. Thats such a small period of time. I can do that.

Well at least bungee jumping would be a cool way to go out. None of this “died of cardiovascular disease” or some bullshit. My nieces and nephews will think their uncle was a badass.

The ODDS are SO LOW. But what if that rope tangles around my neck? Hanging would be a brutal way to go out. Bloody execution style. On video and everything. No one would want to watch the tape. Go pro footage 4k definition and all.

So I’m back from the bridge, thoughts more collected, adrenaline still pumping, and oh boy, I can honestly say that was one of the best feelings of my life. You are literally a bird in the sky for a couple seconds. The rush of that “free fall” is liked getting kissed by the earth for the first time. You literally feel the gravitational pull. Unbelievable. I now have a new profound feeling to relate to when I’m playing Fortnite and drop into the map. After the free fall experience, you get so close to the water you think you are going to crash, until last minute, you feel the bounce from the rope, springing you back into action. And up you go, with a little less power and a little more control, bouncing around until you come to an eventual stop. You are then lowered into a boat below, where you drop and unstrap. Floating around the water and looking up at the bridge towering over you, all I can think about was “damn, I was up there a minute ago?” Such a surreal experience.

I can’t wait to do it again.

First Time Over the Pond

So I’ve been traveling Europe for >2 months now and decided to look back at my notes I took during my first country abroad in Europe: Ireland. These notes were taken in pubs, on trains, buses, and at 3am, so please dont judge me too much…

  • Steering wheel on the opposite side. Driving on the opposite side. They’re driving wrong! OR PARADIGM SHIFT (#thanksStevenCovey for teaching me that word) we are driving wrong…
  • Outlets are different here. Found out that Ireland and UK share an outlet type, and the rest of Europe has a whole different outlet. Had to buy an adapter for all my tech shit.
  • I’m not from America, I’m from the States. There are ALOT of countries in America
  • Irish girls are cute (or maybe its just the people visiting…or maybe its just any accent besides the typical American…or maybe I’m just drunk)
  • Like NYC, can’t get into clubs without nice pants. Joggers are called track suits here, and do not work
  • Locals are confused what I meant when I asked if there was “pickup” games for sports like football (soccer) – sad, I really wanted to jump in on their 5-a-side footsie games, which all seem to be regulated and part of different leagues
  • Getting the feeling that I will think US cities are boring after traveling across Europe. There is just so much more history, cool old shit, and building designs here.
  • Trinity College reminds me of Princeton’s campus
  • St. Patricks Cathedral and Book of Kells are dope
  • Music is interesting
    • About 30% of their “big hit” songs played in the club I’ve never heard of
    • Don’t judge me for being pretentious, but I kinda feel like there is a delay with music hits here and they are a little outdated. A lot of the pubs, hostels, and public areas don’t play recent hit songs, but hit songs from 5-15 years ago. Its like visiting my Mother or Grandma and seeing that they are still using VCRs and DVD players haha
    • After spending more than a week in Ireland, I’ve now decided that bar/club music can be described as basic white boy – if you can play Mr. Brightside, Sweet Caroline, and Country Roads you have the creative right to play in any bar from Dublin to Galway
  • I’m creating a new rule for myself to hold off on booking several days for a place at once. (I had this fear of not finding a hostel, but I think its worth the risk) There is so much to see in Ireland but I’m strapped to returning (at least at night) now to Dublin for 5 days. Think I could’ve done Dublin in 2-3 days no problem.
    • EDIT: It was definitely worth staying in Dublin for 5 days. Met a lot of really cool people and did some amazing day trips during days 3-5. But I still agree with this idea of booking places only for a few days at first, and extending as needed
  • Best way to get a list of places is to talk to the locals. Not “top 10” lists on Google. If you have to resort to online lists, check Reddit, as its written by people and there’s no paid posts or sponsorships
  • Funneist line I heard in Ireland:
    • Irishman speaking to me: “so where you from, lad?”
    • Englishman: “He’s from the land where they play rugby, but for pussies.”
    • Irishman: “Ah, America! And you all don’t even call it the right name, you fake footballers”
  • Just walking down Grafton or Camden street can inspire anyone to dust off their guitar or keyboard and get practicing
  • It’s called “takeaway” here and not take out. Guess they are similar enough.
  • Places are open way later than US typical bars, and food options are plenty once bars close. Some of the places do have a 10% late night charge after midnight however
  • They’re called toilets here, not washroom or bathroom. Makes sense, no need to sugarcoat things
  • I’m unsure how I feel about the “typical tourist.” Yes I’m a tourist myself. But I want to do more than just visit a place. I want to immerse myself in it. Speak the language, eat the food, blend in. I don’t see how throwing paint on your face, waving the Irish flag, and acting like a leprechaun at a bar crawl makes you any more Irish. But if you’re having a good time, I guess at the end of the day, you do you. Your happiness is definitely not dictated by my own private condescending notations, that often times can be quite hypocritical in and of themselves
  • If hotels and hostels were the same price, nay, even if hostels were more expensive, I’d still prefer them. The serendipity of meeting and making new friends is part of the essential travel practice. The lobby, bar, kitchen, and game rooms are awesome ways to meet people
  • They say river ____, not river ____. Fox River in Illinois would be pronounced “River Fox” in Ireland
  • If you go to the Aran Islands AND DO NOT rent a bike, you are…how can I put this nicely…the type of human being who orders Chipotle but does not put guac on their burrito. Yes, it’ll cost ya a lil. But it will enhance your life immensely.
  • Tip for Cliffs of Moher: Busses and tour guides typically arrive every two hours. On those two hour marks, old people leave and new people arrive. It is herein that lies the golden opportunity of 15-45mins. SKIP a bus ride. Honestly this should be a no brainer. I could spend a whole day there hiking to both ends, checking out their visitor center, and taking a nap on the edge, yet everyone I meet is only there for 1-2 hours. And I get it, you’re only in Ireland for so long, there is so much cool stuff to see, blah blah. But hear me out…if you skip a bus ride, you get the time it takes for the old people to leave and the new people to get to your spot of isolation. That moment, typically between 15-45mins, is pure bliss to me. NO ONE walking by, NO One in sight, (if you pick the right spots) it’s just you, the seagulls, and the cliffs. As long as you don’t give in to the call of the void, I think it’s an experience worth having.
  • Booking group bus tours to get to a set of destinations in Ireland are honestly quite affordable. I’ve found that if you were to take public transportation to all of the destination, and added in the cost of entry to see the national monuments/castles/cool shit, you are basically only paying a couple extra euro. All of that for an experienced tour guide who drives you around from spot to spot, tells you when to leave, and where to go / what to do? As long as it’s not my Mom, sign me up.
    • Another reason why these group bus tours are fun: you never know who you might meet. In my first bus tour to Castles and the Blarney Stone, I met a group of 9 friends from Atlanta who were just the sweetest humans ever and decided to adopt my hobo ass into their group. Not only did we have a blast hanging out in Dublin the next couple days, but I think there is a chance I’m going to travel with them in the future.
  • Got a job offer from this hostel in Belfast, Northern Ireland to work there if I ever decide to come back. Nice to know that if all else goes wrong, my friend Diego has got my back