Woooooooooooohooooooooooooooooooo!!!!
I jumped off the cliff and survived. After all the tom-tomming I did in my previous post ‘Go jump’ and the wonderful advice I got from all of you, I managed it. And by the way, the most innovative survival tip wasn’t actually a survival tip but a joke that someone sent me the day before. It came as an email from someone who had found my blog on Blog Adda. And this is how it goes – A man is running along and falls off a cliff – I don’t know why he falls off a cliff, he just does, OK? As he’s falling he manages to grab onto a tree about 15 feet down, growing out from the side of the cliff. Now he’s hanging there and he looks down and sees this 200 feet drop below him, but he knows he’s only 15 feet from the top of cliff. Looking up he cries out for help, “Is there anybody up there?” Much to his surprise he is heard. A voice replies which can only be that of the lord (the reverb has been turned up and there’s too much bass), “Let… go…” The man looks down at the 200 feet drop, and then looking up once more, cries out, “Is there anybody else up there?”
Without further chit chat, check out the crazy jump here on VisitBritainTV.
All these years, I thought that just living life on the edge was good enough. Its only when you leap of the edge do you truly understand the meaning of great. Or, should I say life. Yesterday’s experience has been nothing short of exhilirating. We were out coasteering and cliff jumping in the Pembrokeshire region of Wales. Guided brilliantly by Preseli Venture who have more than 21 years of experience in this field, trust was never an issue. Afterall, basic human psyche of self preservation never lets you jump from a height. It’s with the guidance of John and Libby that most of us managed to take that giant leap of faith.










