To experience the zipline you had to take the wooden stairs all the way up to the instructors who waited patiently at the very top for those who were confident enough to take this challenge. Ziplining is a very serious activity which requires one to be very brave. Truth is, i just wanted to do the zipline so that i would cancel it from my bucket list. My mom refused upfront to try it and opted for the quadbike and i really understood where she was coming from. Indeed, the zipline was for mavericks and heroines who were not faint hearted. It was for those individuals who were born to conquer any obstacle infront of them. There was no way out of this situation because my sister had already paid for the activities beforehand. Climbing the stairs one at a time and looking down at the distance from the ground to where i was going gave me some goosebumps but i kept on moving forward. Consolation wise, my sister was also developing cold feet so i decided to be brave for the two of us since i was the oldest. We reached the top and i decided not to look down because it seemed like i was far up in the sky. The people below looked like ants from my point of view but i decided to man up and be done with it. Fear of heights or vertigo was going to be the death of us. Whilst the instructors were busy preparing us for the zipline i kept chanting a silent prayer. What if what if i fell down straight into the lake below. One of them asked if the belts were tight enough for me to breathe and i just nodded because fear of the zipline had got my tongue. Then i thought about how exciting it would be to run with the wind because the guys that had done the zipline before us had looked comfortable and very excited judging by the sound of their boisterous laughter that they were making. Their energy made the experience to look less frightening. One, two and three the instructor counted bu we never budged. At that moment my sister started begging for a raincheck but that did not come to pass.