I could have been pigeon shooting, or studying the gentle art of
archery but nooooo, you guys insisted and voted that I go zorbing.
So the lads and ladies at The
Jungle in Moneymore spent an afternoon rolling me down
hills in an inflatable ball.
The nearest thing I can describe it to is being strapped into a
washing machine with no suds and water. Bree and I felt like we had
sea sickness for the rest of the night, but then we found the cure
- jager bombs!*
Check out the video I made here: Indiana June zorbing
* Note: I don't recommend operating heavy bicycles after zorbing
and jager bombs.