Solang, October 2012
I made it, finally. By bus. I look at the green hill in front of me where a big inflatable ball is rolling around with two people inside. I wonder how they are feeling and start getting nervous. I will be next.
My first zorb. The people get out and the ball approaches. Oh-oh. I get told to crawl in to the opening of the ball. It smells like plastic inside. I start sweating. I climb into one of the harnesses in the zorb, and attach myself.
I am hanging now. And consider my fast escape. I look up. And get scared and excited.
There we go. I hear myself scream. I feel my stomach in my head, and then rolling around my feet. I am on top now, head upside down, afraid to fall on the rock star hanging in the chair opposite me.
A short and weird process of fear and curiousity living inside of me. This feels weird. Then the zorb balls slows down and slowly I get back to senses.