Skydive Dubai Experience II| VIDEO

 

Hello lovely readers/bloggers! On my last trip to Dubai, I made one of my dreams; Skydiving in Dubai! I made this trip on May 2018 and later decided to write about my experience and share it on my blog. My previous post has pictures and details of this awesome experience, today I wanted to share the full video from the moment I get into the airplane, to the moment I jump and land.

If you like to read a little bit more or just to scroll for more pictures about skydiving in Dubai, check out my previous post : Skydive Dubai.

-It still gives me goosebumps and a big smile!- Enjoy!

 

 

Skydive Dubai Experience

Skydive Dubai Experience

Skydiving was always, always, ALWAYS in my bucket list. While living in the Middle East I got even more obsessed of Skydiving but completing it in of course, Dubai.  For some reasons -money, time off, always tired, etc- couldn’t make it while I was living there. Thus some people have asked me ‘Why I didn’t do it by THAT time? and Why NOW?” well, I did made it now, 3 years later, as a mom and traveling solo. And you know what? IT FELT AWESOME.

I chose Dubai over Las Vegas, Orlando, and over my island which is even is more cheaper, for the simple reason that non of them were going to give me the same satisfaction. It’s not just about jumping in parachute, is about the whole experience. The experience of doing it in a complete different country, jumping on a higher altitude, providing photos and videos for memories to keep, and hello! THE VIEW!  You will see all Dubai under your feet, it’s just breathtaking.

As soon as you jump out of the plane, you will be treated with spectacular bird’s eye views of the artificial archipelago known as Palm Jumeirah, seconds will pass slowly,  the instructor will fly you in circles and do other stunts, all this while they’re recording you! After the instructor deploys the parachute, he will do some other stunts with the parachute and later enjoy the spectacular view of Dubai.

 

Recording me moment, inside building, Skydive Dubai.

Once I entered, they validated my booking order (which I did it online) and measured my weight and height. I was then asked to pay the remaining amount and was given a waiver to sign. After a couple of minutes my name was called.

My instructor was from Spain, when he asked me where I was from -due to of my last name- he smiled and started to talk to me in Spanish. He puts me the harness, gave me basic instructions of how to jump and land.

“Do not jump, I will make the jump. Have your head laid back on my shoulder and your arms holding your shoulders straps while exiting from the plane. Don’t open your arms until three taps on your shoulder, then you open up and enjoy the ride. Ready to jump 14,000 ft, Kirsy?” -He asked.

He’s voice was a combination of energetic and normal, “I’m Ready man!”- I responded very excited while slapping hands with him. They recorded introducing me and asking how I was feeling. Later they told me to wait a couple of minutes as the plane was being refueled.

 

Me and my instructor ready to board.

“Kirsy! Let’s jump!”-My instructor called me. He checked once again my harness and instructions were understood. They took us in a golf cart to the runway. The plane was already there and I was the last person to get into it. Meaning I was the first one jumping out! Continue reading “Skydive Dubai Experience”

The beginning of a new phase.

The beginning of a new phase.

All started one week or so before my second leave. I  had some pre-menstrual symptoms two days before my Washington DC flight: Sore breasts and abdominal pain. I took some Advil Liquid Gels and rested the entire day before my long haul flight. I remember this flight as for it was an awful one. The Economy  SFS/Senior Cabin Crew (which now so-called “Cabin Supervisors”) was arrogant, no personality and no communication towards the crew, above that, it constantly felt like a harassment  from him in our duty time or any time in the flight, following us and giving us tasks when the flight was so light, which was a major factor on a ridiculous 15 hour flight. I made a friend with an American crew, we made ‘american jokes’ jokes that Eastern peeps wouldn’t understand… or even South Americans (sorry, no offense!). She used to replied “Oh, is a USA thang… nevermind you!” to crew that tried to peek-in in our conversations and jokes… at the end they never understood. She made this flight full of laughs, despite of our SFS though.

The flight suddenly became tiresome for me. The first service I couldn’t bare to give out the hot meals, I was so slow and felt double weight  when pushing the carts. The second service I just couldn’t do it. I was double ending with the American girl (which is pushing same cart and serving food with another crew), and I couldn’t stand the smell of the hot meals, it was disgusting. At some point I had to stop doing the service, I had a low-sugar scene. I started to sweat like hell, I had no energy to walk nor stand and dizziness. I sat at the L5 jumpseat (last door of the aircfrat, left side)  took off my jacket and wanted to puke. The girl grabbed some water for me and almost the oxygen bottle, I was so embarrassed. The SFS pulled me out of service and monitored me the next 2 hours. Everyone encouraged me to eat, I couldn’t, the meal was disgusting for me, the smell, everything. Suddenly I was falling asleep in the aft galley, my eyes were red, and wanting a bed so bad until I heard “Kirsy, is your break time, get some rest”. I ran quickly upstairs to the CRC and Continue reading “The beginning of a new phase.”

Alone I went

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So yesterday I decided to do some american junk food ‘grocery’ shopping at Waitrose Supermarket which is in Dubai mall, pretty far away from I live. But yet again, I had to. I took a cab only for the next station stop near my Hotel apartment and from there I guide myself with the metro maps, bought a 20 dirham metro card and off I went solo.

100_4381It took me more than an hour to get to the mall but it was worth it. I bought 3 bags of pork chops, REAL pork. The supermarket has a space for non-muslims.  I bought Pop-tarts, Oscar mayors hot dogs, ham, american butter, pancakes!! (not Aunt Jemima but at least is Betty Crocker), snack bars, Hot Pockets, BACON! well yes, I did a junk food shopping, very expensive but guess what? I don’t care! 3320822079_2cc70ebf32_zMy soul was craving for these kind of food! I was so tired of eating lamb and chicken and now finally I have pork chops! I am so not going to leave the kitchen now! Since I have Puertorican seasoning those pork chops are going to taste so good!! aaahh!! delicious!!

After the hilarious shopping, I went to eat at Macaroni and Grill. The service was terrible and I even lost my appetite for the dessert, that’s something that I’m going to write at Tripadvisor though.  The metro is very easy and there’s a space for women and children, so it’s less crowded and it feels more secure. I really don’t trust when people say that Dubai is safe, no criminals and so on. Safety for me is first. I’m living alone in a forever strange country, thus I have to take care of myself and not trust Dubai. Although the metro is pretty safe, I like to be careful and know my surroundings.

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