Andrew Louis gets a taste of life as a flying superhero.
It's a relaxing day on a beautiful tree-lined lake in West Sydney, Australia. Suddenly, some teenagers point at the sky. Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No. With the roar of awesomeness, a superhero descends from the heavens. Well, not quite: it's just me in a water-propelled jet pack.
The jet pack is actually a pair of nozzles attached to a heavy frame which is then strapped to you. Thrust is provided by lake water pumped through a 20m hose from a jetski operated by Scottie, my instructor.
Scottie, says the key to stable, sustained flight is small movements. But on my first attempt to launch in water, I fail to lift the jets up enough and dive, head first, into the cold lake.
I manage 10 minutes of actual flying time, hovering and moving forward fairly well. Turning left or right, on the other hand, I am Superman.