Woman F.alls 360ft Into Crocodile-Infested Waters After Bungie Cord Snaps

An Australian traveler fell 360 feet into crocodile-infested waters after her bungee cord snapped.
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Erin Langworthy was exploring Zambia in 2012 when she made a decision to take on the challenge of bungee jumping from a bridge overlooking the Zambezi River, known for its strong currents and crocodile population.

What was supposed to be a thrilling experience took a terrifying turn when her bungee cord snapped mid-air, sending her plummeting 360 feet into the rushing waters below.

Footage that was shared on social media captured the moment Langworthy plunged into the water after the cord gave way.

The woman fell 360ft into crocodile-infested waters when her bungee cord snapped. Credit: Australia Department of Foreign Affairs and Travel
Struggling against the powerful current, Langworthy fought to stay afloat as the river carried her downstream.

Miraculously, she survived the fall and the potential threat of lurking predators.
She reportedly had to swim with her feet tied together and free the cord as it got caught on rocks.

A staff member from the bungee company managed to rescue her from the river. Then, she was rushed to a hospital in Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe.

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