Growing up in a brown house hold you might have realized that a pre- marital relationship is the closest you will get to an adventure in your early years of uneventful life, or an arrange marriage for that matter.
I, (willingly) signed up for the latter, which by any standards is a more popular choice in our part of the world. Although I did challenge my DNA a couple of times participating in a few water sports here and there.
Call me old school, non-rebellious and just married but there it was, the moment I had wasted 22 years of my life for. I was presumably in control of my life and the society had finally approved of my existence, which was good enough reason for me to climb a dozen tree houses (more like platforms) built amidst Thailand’s tropical rainforest and then come down by zip lining along 6 different cables.
We chose to go with Canopy Adventures who claimed to have the longest zip line in Samui back in 2013. We made one last mandatory check of their customer reviews and two hours later we were at their camp site filling out a consent form
Disclaimer; Consent forms are like any other terms and conditions, only more daunting, especially when they use the smallest font size to hold you responsible for the loss of your limbs and lying about your body weight. *Damn you honeymoon pounds.*
So we signed our potential death certificates because you can’t disclose your inner wimp on your honeymoon. Your early morning face and bad breath is enough bad news for your “life” partner already.
The adrenal levels kicked in as we enjoyed a scenic trek towards our first stop, but soon the excitement turned into anxiety as I climbed the first ladder, not so firmly erected at 90 degrees from the ground and trembling with the winds gusting through the trees. Oh No!! Wait, those were just my legs, shivering with fear.
Moving on!!! Just a few hundred feet, a dozen metallic ladders and more than a dozen panic attacks later we had finally reached the point where we started descending thorough six different zip lines.
The instructor fastened my harness and made all the safety arrangements necessary. He briefed us on how to control our speed and look out for branches, bushes and tree trunks that we might hit on our way to the next platform.
Alright there is a slight possibility of over exaggeration, when I said tree trunks.
The instructor literally had to push me the first time because I was clearly not ready to let go of the wooden platform underneath my feet.
I chose to keep my eyes shut and promised to repent for all my sins throughout the first line but my fear was gradually replaced by a feeling of euphoria as I screamed on top of my lungs and tarzan-ed my way through the forest on the following zip lines.
The platform between every two lines served as a breather for me to catch up on my senses, persuade myself to take the next leap and reason with my mind on how I do not deserve to die on my honeymoon.
Things got much more comfortable and fun by the time I completed the 3rd line and was in a reasonable distance with the ground.
The whole experience lasted for about half an hour and despite nervous breakdowns at regular intervals, it was definitely one of the most sensory experiences of my life.
If you think that last line is a lie, watch me re live my second zip lining experience on the blog.