When I was here here the first time with my Mum and I jumped, it was clearly different partly because I was a different person then and partly because 15 years ago, the Hackett jump was just some guys, a rope and a wooden nose on a very high bridge. Today, it’s a big building with lots of crazy tourists with numbers on their wrists.
When you die, why not with such a stunning view over a milky green river and blue sky? Gladly I had to take off my glasses before I jumped ;)
