I thought that the Kawarau Bungy Trampoline had something to do with taking a walk after I’d completed my bungy jump.
Turns out, it’s a trampoline surrounded by metal poles and rigging, set up just below the Kawarau Bungy car park, off the Gibbston Highway.
Phillipa, from New Castle in England, helps me put on my ‘humpty dumpty belt’ (I’m sure that’s not what it’s called, but that’s what it feels like).
She hooks me to the guide wires and with the help of an electric motor; I’m winched into suspended animation. It’s bounce time!
Bungy cords attached to the wires help propel me upwards and slow my fall, allowing for hyper-bouncing.
Fear of bodily injury and public humiliation have kept me off trampolines for the last few decades. But, there is no risk of harm here so I conquer gravity and bust out a few back-flips. Russian gymnasts, eat your heart out!
I’m having so much fun that an Indian family who is watching their teenage son bungy jump decide to have a go.
I can see why Queenstown kids are demanding that their birthday parties include a session on the bungy tramp.
Although, it’s probably best that they don’t load up on party food before they start bouncing.
And, since adrenalin is a relative concept, people who don’t want to do the Kawarau Bridge Bungy can enjoy a decent work out and a dose of hysterical giggling on the Kawarau Bungy Trampoline, just like I did.
Article by Sarah Bond, Freelance Travel Writer
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