That was really a really high bridge – 70m – and the river was shallow beneath us. There was no one else there. The team of jump masters was ready for just us two. It was amazing, like we had the whole valley to ourselves, Alex and I. We wanted an adventure, something we’d never done before, so literally that day I called up Alex and said for him and his brand new motorbike to come and get me and to head north of Tokyo. It was such a fun thing to do at the spur of the moment. For first-timers, who wants to jump off a perfectly good bridge? I was stoked. I wasn’t worried about the height so much because I love heights, but I never considered the sudden snap of the bungee cord and if at that fateful moment it was between my legs or not. Cords tangle.
The jump masters threw on some good, heart-pumping music with a crescendo and away Alex and I went one after the other. It was so much I went twice. It’s over in seconds you know. Stuntmen in Hollywood do not have the 20+ seconds of falling out of buildings and shooting guns we love to see in films. The initial gravity is the thrill. I looked the earth square in the face and dove headfirst. We as people have to have more days like this.