Sky diving!

"Okay boys, we're here". Says Emmanuelle with a malicious smile. "You will be skydiving today." she says with an evil grin. These few words are enough to send shivers down my and Robin's spine.
The funny thing about skydiving is that you have to put all of your trust in guys who do everything not to be trustworthy. (They say they are hung-over and folded their chutes while drunk.)
In the plane Robin and I crack jokes, more to hide our nerves than anything else when suddenly. WHHHSSSHH... the door opens. I can see Rob's face turn blank and I'd bet a million that he can't remember what we were talking about. As Rob exits the plane I can see his slight worry turn to terror as he realises he was just hurled out of a perfectly good plane.


My turn.


As I fall down I am very much aware of everything around me. It is fantastic, what a rush! When the parachute opens I expect a jerk... which doesn't happen... Instead we are violently turning and still falling... another twist, this time clockwise. Bang! another twist and still falling. It feels like minutes and when I hear the dive master yell "WHOA!" I know something is wrong.
After a quick: "are we cool?" - "yeah Bro" - "Are you sure mate?" - "All good bro" we fly the chute left and right, couple of twists aaandd. Land! Whoa! I can see this addictive.
It turns out there was a twist in the parachute and in the Lines.