In my life there are many things I have imagined myself doing--writing a best-selling novel, living in Paris, winning $10 million dollars in Powerball.
But one thing I never included in my life plan was hurtling down a hill in a big plastic ball.
I am officially a Zorbonaut (that is a real word--I didn't make it up--Google it if you don't believe me). EGG and I finished have finished off our Alphabet Weekends by Zorbing.
What! You've never heard of zorbing--an activity where you jump inside a water filled plastic ball and career down a hill. Actually it was excellent, but I didn't think it was such a great idea when EGG proposed it (knowing how good I am at physical things and all).
I thought it was less of a good idea when I got to the top of the hill and looked at the ball--and the hill. The only other time I've felt such a sense of fear is when I went on the 1/2 kilometre flying fox and that was a moment of insanity that I never ever want to repeat.
Let me be frank though. Once I got over my fear of rolling down the hill, I had another, far greater problem to contend with. How I was going to squeeze into the little tube opening of the ball? What would happen if I got stuck? Now that would have more embarrassing than my ice-skating attempt.
Fortunately though, after I got hosed down (wet t-shirt competition anyone), I wriggled my way quite easily through the little opening and landed with a huge splash in the water inside the Zorb. Apparently a water-filled Zorb prevents chaffing and grazes(?)!!!!!
EGG joined me and with a mighty heave we were rolling, rolling, rolling down the hill--we were Zorbing. Who knew which way was up--it was exhilarating (that's us in the big plastic ball). What a way to finish Alphabet Weekends.
Z is for Zorbing.
