The New Zealand culture has some twisted habits. They enjoy making your heart stop. Mentally unstable is one thing. Havin’ a death wish is another. They find the craziest ways for you to crap your pants. Enter the canyon swing. As if skydiving, bungee jumping, spelunking, river rafting weren’t enough, the canyon swing is a version of the bungee jump…on crack.
The thrills are the same. You have to grow the courage to jump into a deep canyon only to be saved by well tethered pieces of string. The difference being in a canyon swing you can choose how you plunge. Face first, head first, backwards, doing flips, the list goes on.
That adds another sense of twisted delight to an already heart-stopping venture. In some ways, its just not right.In other ways, its freakin’ perfect. You free fall just long enough to necessitate a new pair of underwear. That’s just the way they like.