We didn't know it ahead of time, but another DIS family (and our cruise ship next-door neighbors) were also parasailing at the same time.
I thought this was a mixed blessing. I thought I wouldn't be as nervous going with people I knew.
But I also was going to have witnesses if I once again made a total fool of myself.
I was just glad that the husband is a doctor. My nickname is Grace and I tend to have accidents.
Our parasailing trip was supposed to leave at 1:30 and be out there for about an hour or so.
Our boat didn't show up until after 2:15. I was a little worried, but not too much...we'd scheduled a 3:30 Banana Boat. I still thought, though, that if we were out for an hour as they say, we'd be back in time.
We started off in front of CC, a man and his little girl were going to parasail together. The crew brought them back in, though, and had them go separately because they couldn't get them up in the air high enough.
After that, with each person who went up, we just kept going further and further away from the Magic, out to sea. There were ten of us in all.
I was the last one to go. By the time it was my turn to go up, we were close enough to Abaco to see the houses. And the thunderstorm.
I kept telling myself to remember what they'd said about undoing to harness if something were to happen....Let yourself get close to the water before you lose the parachute...it's a long way down.
I actually liked it. For the first three minutes. That was long enough. After that, it's so quiet up there that you can hear the ropes squeak in a way that makes you think they're snapping. I'd asked the guys what the signal was for "get me the heck down"....but they were too far away to tell if my thumbs were up, down, or if it was just a middle finger waving.
About that time, I caught a gust of wind that jerked the parachute. That's when I found out that there is no "back" to the thing. If you're busy doing thumb signals to the boat and not holding on, you can flip backward and do your own little Cirque du Solei show.
THAT got their attention. Slowly, they started to pull me back in. I knew that they were going to dip my feet at the end, they'd done that to everyone, and I was ready. They dipped my feet and it felt pretty good. I was feeling pretty cocky. I'm forty-some years old, overweight, scared of heights and not so nimble, but I had survived!! And then they DOUBLE DIPPED me. To the knees. I had visions of the old days, when I was learning to water ski and forgot to let go of the rope. Rude. Just plain rude.
But at least I was wet and cool for what would feel like a slow boat to China ride back to
Castaway Cay. The Magic was a spot on the horizon. I'd close my eyes for what seemed like a looooong time, only to open them and still just see a dot. We were out there until after 4:00. No Banana Boat for us.