I like my feet firmly planted on the ground. I’ve never skydived, bungy jumped, and even though I live for traveling, I absolutely hate flying. Sweaty-palms-freaking-out-here kind of hate. To top it off, I am prone to motionsickness,seasickness and basically any sickness that involves turning green as a result of moving. So you’re probably wondering why on earth did I think it was a good idea to run off a cliff attached to a stranger and a fabric wing. Answer: because I was in Queenstown.