I just got done parasailing for the first time in my life. Let me tell you, it is AMAZING! Unfortunately, we didn’t get to open a parachute and go up that way. The guy had a pre-opened parachute and strapped us into it. It’s still pretty cool, I guess, but not as cool as I hoped. Oh well. Maybe next time.
Anyway, I went up with my brother, Andrew. The guys working the boat were both pretty cool. I think my favorite thing about them was one of the guys said “The ladder is wicked slippery.” whenever somebody was getting on or off the boat. He was maybe 40 or so with a crazy ass mustache. The other guy was your average generic douche-looking guy, shirtless, sunglasses, a backwards hat, lots of crazy tattoos, and smoked a lot, but he was pretty nice, too. He didn’t talk to us a lot, probably because he was driving the boat, but whatever.
So we picked up 2 more pairs of people down the beach from us and we set off for the deeper part of the ocean. We stopped maybe half a mile to a mile from the shore and we started getting set up. The first guy, the cool mustache guy, got my brother and me set up on the way out and told us what to do when we were heading out to the deep parts. He told us how to prepare ourselves for leaving the boat and how to prepare for landing, helped us get into our life gear and harnesses, and clipped us into the chute. The other guy just stood at the wheel, smoked, and talked to other drivers on the radio. Dick.
When we were finally strapped in, the guy helping us stepped down to the front of the boat and started letting out line while the other guy started the boat moving forward. Before I knew it, we were “up, up, and away!” (The mustache guy said that every time someone went up. He had several catchphrases.) It took maybe 2 minutes to get all the way up, and at the top we were probably 150 - 200 feet or so from the water beneath us. The view from up there was fantastic! We could see for miles in any direction. We could see over the hotel buildings on the beach where we came from and to the city beyond. The ocean was beautiful and I could see a few huge ships on the horizon. Once Andrew tapped my shoulder and pointed down in the water. We were flying over sharks! They looked pretty small, not big enough to hurt you much if you were in the water with them, but later when I was back in the boat I realized that they looked small because we were high up in the air, so they were probably big.
I could have stayed up there forever, but after 10 minutes mustache guy started reeling us in. It took about 5 minutes to get us back on the boat, which gave my dad plenty of time to take pictures. We landed on the boat and mustache guy came up and helped us unclip ourselves from the chute. He helped us out of our gear and gave it to another couple of people waiting for their turn. We went back to the front of the boat and sat down, our experience in the air officially over. Two more couples went up after us, a boy and a girl about 19 or 20 years old and an elderly couple, and before long we went back to the beach. We dropped off the other couples at their beach and picked 2 more couples there for the next session which, unfortunately, we weren’t a part of. The driver took us back to our beach and the cool guy helped us down (he had to, the ladder was wicked slippery, don’t you know?).
It was a really cool experience! I wish I could do it again before we leave, but i don’t think we have the time or money. Oh well. It was awesome, and that’s all that counts, huh?