With my legs straight in front of me, I jump off the building; my arms crossed over my chest. Three meters lower I fall into a half-inflated inflatable, called the Blob. I almost roll off the soft pillowy air cushion. I bearly manage to save myself and move to the beginning of the air pocket. I sit down between the set lines on the plastic. “Are you ready,” it sounds in an Austrian accent. I glance over my shoulder and see two guys ready to jump. They have put their arms together and hold each other’s hands in front of their chest. This way they form a block of 150 kilos when they jump. I give the sign that I am ready, look ahead and wait for what is to come. Less than a second and a half later, which seemed to last much longer, I am vigorously launched about four or five meters into the air. Somewhere halfway I make a head-roll and then I splash, helmet first, into the crystal clear water. Rad!