Zorbs Away!

We've already returned the bike. So Moms. and Dads... just breath deep. We won't be dying on a motorbike anytime soon. That said, man was it fun. For me, at least. Jessica sat on the back clinging to me and fearing for her life as I sort of learned how to ride a motorcycle on Himalyan mountain roads with sheer cliffs for gaurdrails on one side and plummeting falls on the other. We maybe didn't have the best bike (although if you look at the windshield, notice that the bike was named "Dude" - how cool is that!). It stalled every time we idled and the clutch slipped coming out of first and second gears and made a horendous metal on metal screeching sound which was scary as hell. When we took it back to the rental guy he sort of gave a sheepish "I-would-never-scam-you," smile and then refunded us our money for the other two days we had rented it. But, no complaints. I'm just stoked we got to ride around for a day. And not just any ride. We rode to this little outlying town where they do paragliding and ZORBING. We had to try the zorbing. These we're a little different from the zorbing balls on the Toyata commercials. Instead of sliding around the inside of the ball in a water filled caccoon, we we're strapped to the inner wall and went hurtling around in circles. It was actually pretty fun, but the effect is a little nauseating to say the least. Worth a try though.