The idea is to walk/run down the hill -- to remain standing in your wet zorb as it goes down the hill. You get a free T-shirt if you accomplish this (something only a handful of people who aren't zorb staff have done). My zorb experience is pretty standard -- I get about two or three steps in, then I'm down, sliding around the inside of the zorb as it bounces down the hill. I can't recall exactly how it happened, but during my brief ride, I slid down front first, back first, forwards, backwards, and sideways. At the bottom, they ask you to leave the zorb feet-first. I come out soggy (although not as soggy as the day before) and smiling.
The nice men at the Zorb place held my camera and snapped a few pics. I've been updating the journal while waiting to see if my film developed, or if it got killed by the x-ray machine at Nadi. I picked up the film, and all the pictures came out.
The zorb guys took a shot of me coming out of the zorb -- since you leave feet first, it's basically a close-up of my legs and shorts. Let's just say the photo convinced me I made the right decision panties-wise. :)
And that, dear readers, is pretty much it. In about a half hour, I catch a shuttle for my flight back to Auckland, where I meet up with my suitcase and repack it -- and very early tomorrow morning I'm off to L.A., via Melbourne. I'll be back Monday morning. Damn, this has been fun.
This was fun reading, too. You should have heard me laughing.
ReplyDeleteI kept waiting to read the part about it being a bad choice to wear only the t-shirt, though. Heh, heh, heh.