So, wow, it’s been awhile since I’ve posted anything of substance, eh? And you’re going to have to wait a bit longer for some wit and insight to the Cook Islands and New Zealand, as I’m being charged per the megabyte everywhere on the North Island (weird, huh?). But for now, do you all know what zorbing is? No? Shocker there. Well, perhaps this video-and-photo montage will shed some light on that for you:
But how was it really? Well, let’s just say if you’re the slightest bit claustrophobic, you probably shouldn’t let them zip you up in the airtight case and toss you down a bank. About a third of the way down, I had a borderline panic attack—and hardly anything, except confined spaces terrifies me (stay tuned for my first bungy jump, speaking of being fearless)—and squeezed my eyes shut until I rolled to the bottom of the hill and they let me out. Still, in the words of Barney Stinson, it was LEGENDARY.
All photos courtesy of the lovely people at Zorb Rotorua; if you find yourself in the North Island area, visit them! You won’t regret it (erm, unless you’re claustro, of course!).