Adventure up in the air

I have a morbid fear of heights. And I try to conquer that fear one at a time.

I have tried cable car twice. The first one was in Sentosa, Singapore. I was very scared then but I forced myself to try it out. The second ride was in Genting Highlands in Malaysia. It wasn't as scary as the first ride although I still had butterflies in my stomach.

I wanted to try Parasailing last year when we were in Penang. But fear coupled with a bad schedule prevented me from trying it out.

But yesterday I finally did it!

Although it was a little bit cloudy and dark, I still went ahead with my plan. Nothing could stop me from going up. Not even being nanny-less. Since I wanted hubby to take photos of me and we couldn't leave EJ behind, they both tagged along on the boat with me.

Thankfully EJ did not get seasick. And he did not cry when I was up in the air. He was even excited for me!

Going up...

Two hundred feet above...

Going down...

It was an awesome experience but not totally fear-free. Before the boat crew put the gears on me, I was already thinking of backing out. And it was a good thing I did not let fear rule me out that day. Otherwise, I would have missed this truly exhilarating experience.

Going up was very easy. I didn't feel any fear at all, surprisingly. It was only when the wind got crazy and I was being swung in all different direction did I feel terrified. I wanted to go down. I was imagining the worst that could happen to me. But then I looked down and saw hubby busily clicking his camera away. That calmed me down. So instead, I looked around and just enjoyed the mesmerizing view in front of me.

Then I closed my eyes and just let the wind (or parachute) lift and carry my weight around.

Cliche as it may sound but I really felt humbled by this experience. At 200 feet above, the mountain looked small already. Made me think how small we really are in this vast universe.

I was still enjoying being up in the air when I looked down and sensed EJ was being restless and bordering on being seasick (mother's intuition perhaps). I signalled to be pulled down. What I didn't know was that my fifteen minutes were already finished.

The descent was as smooth as my going up. You can see the big smile on my face. While I would have loved to stay up longer, I felt happy and secured to be with my two boys again where I can hug them both.