Zorbing

“It started off relatively relaxed. After a second or so I figure out how to best position myself and start enjoying the ride, thinking that’s not too bad. The ZORB accelerates, hits the first corner and that’s the beginning of the end of every sense of direction I believe to have. I slip and slide down the hill, sometimes forwards, sometimes backwards (who can say), trying to keep my eyes open while water splashes in my face and all over me. That’s what my laundry in the washing machine must feel like! After six corners (really, was it only six??) my ZORB stops softly at the bottom of the hill. Slightly wobbly and a little woozy I emerge from my bubble. Extremely ungracefully but with this massive grin on my face.”

“We walked over to this huge ball and had to dive through a hole in the side. Once we were strapped in we had the option of throwing some water in too – Hydro Zorbing – but we declined! Before we knew it the ball was moving and we were rolling down the hill, gaining speed and momentum as the seconds went by. I remember the ball bouncing. Banging against the floor and then going up into the air briefly before crashing down again. Bang. Bang. Bang. Dave and I were both swearing, screaming and willing it to be over. Bang. Bang. Bang. Before we knew it our experience was over. We were at the bottom of a hill and we were both glad to dive back through that hole and feel our feet on the ground.”