I may have been remotely inspired by the 1993 critically acclaimed action classic of Sly Stallone but I have always wanted to feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. 

What better way than descending 300 feet with a feeble rope and minimum safety gear down a waterfall thrashing against jagged rocks beneath. 

Even more amazing was my trophy received   for a lifetime. One gashed knee (my honour badge) and loads of stories to tell. 

Muscles and thoughts strained aside suspended half way through when the fear set in ,it was indeed a rush especially the thrashing water on your face piercing skin deep. 

Mind you it’s definitely not the best suggested way to get over ones vertigo 😉.  

Well I got my kicks on Route 66 but that’s for another story all together.