The first time I jet ski'd was in Penang.
I was there with a few friends and we'd spent the day exploring.
And were now at the beach.
Playing in the sea (which was a bit gross, actually - you know that squidgy, muddy sand? Yeah.)
Friend: Who wants to jet ski?
Friend: Come on guys!?
But he's a boy.
I wanna jet ski with girl...
Malu lah :(
But the other faces are lazy and reluctant.
Friend: Really? Fine. I'm going.
He starts walking down the beach.
Mat Salleh looks frantically : beach - jetski - lazy friends - jetski
Me: Wait for meee!!
I run to catch up, but I'm still shy.
So when we climb on the jet ski, I go for the polite English grip - there's a good hand-width distance between us and I'm just holding onto the life jacket at the arm holes.
If you've ever been on a jet ski, you'll know what's coming.
Although perhaps with a normal person, I would have been fine.
My friend accelerated at MAX-SPEED into the open ocean, flying off small waves.
Me: 0.0 *muffled squeaking*
Still going super-speed, he pulled the tightest corner you've ever seen.
And the world was upside down.
And there was a very loud scream.
Which was abruptly cut off as;
Everything was water, in all directions.
[if there was a camera, this would be the picture]
When I bobbed up to the surface in my little lifejacket, gasping for breath, I saw a genuinely concerned face, flood with relief.
Friend: I thought I'd killed you.
Me: You did!
He dragged me back on the jet ski.
Friend: You have to hold on this time!!
Me: You have to not throw me off!!
There is no room to be shy on a jet ski.