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Skydiving - A Dive Into the Blue
- Adventra
- Jul 27
- 2 min read
-Sneha Khanwelkar, Writer and Adventurer
Some experiences are hard to put into words—but let me try.
I went skydiving in Melbourne, Australia, specifically at St. Kilda, and I did it for one simple
reason: the thrill. No occasion, no dare, no bucket list pressure. Just pure curiosity and the need to feel what it’s like to fall from the sky.
Australia is known for its high safety standards, which gave me confidence from the start. I went solo. Took a bus to the skydiving centre, enrolled, paid, watched the safety videos, signed the usual NOC, and suited up. Coffee in hand, heart steady, I was ready.
Once everything was set, a group of us was taken to an airport about 45 minutes away for the actual jump. I was joined by four other participants—each there for a special occasion: a
birthday, an anniversary, a graduation. I was the only one doing it just because. Naturally, the
question came up: “Aren’t you scared?”
My answer surprised most of them: Not at all.
The guide assigned to me was incredible—experienced, calm, and very clear with instructions. That made all the difference. Before I knew it, we were thousands of feet in the air, inside a small charter plane, with the city of Melbourne growing smaller beneath us. I was strapped securely to the diver.
Then the door opened.
The rush of wind was deafening. We shuffled to the edge, and in one swift moment, we jumped. Freefall.
It’s hard to describe the sensation of falling at over 200 km/h. The wind slammed against my face, only partially shielded by large goggles. At that moment, you can’t hear your voice. You become voiceless. My body felt completely free, floating, spinning through the sky. And below me—Melbourne. Tiny streets, coastal curves, parks, and rooftops. An aerial view so breathtaking it was almost meditative.
In what felt like both an eternity and a blink, the parachute opened. The roaring wind turned
into silence. We glided peacefully down, soaking in the sights, as we slowly approached the
earth again.
The entire dive lasted just five minutes. Five wild, beautiful, unforgettable minutes.
Touching the ground, I felt a strange mix of adrenaline and calm. No fear. Just joy. A quiet kind of victory.
Would I do it again? In a heartbeat.
Thinking of skydiving? Here’s what I learned:
Fear is optional. Curiosity and trust go a long way.
A good guide can completely shape your experience.
Don’t wait for a special occasion to do something extraordinary.
Melbourne from the sky is something else. Seriously.
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