New Zealand's "Zorbing" a Must for Travelers

I don't know exactly what goes on inside Kiwis' heads, or why. Is it that they have just eight television channels? Or that range animals overwhelmingly outnumber humans? The proximity to Antarctica?

There has to be some reason that Kiwis dream up contraptions and activities like bungee jumping, jet boats that spin in circles on the water and Zorbing.

Today, let's talk about that last one. Imagine a giant beach ball with really thick walls. Let's say it has a little tunnel leading to a human-sized inner chamber. You then dive into that chamber, and someone squirts a few gallons of water in there, seals the entrance and then rolls you and the ball down a hill lined with berms and turns.

Yep, that's Zorbing.

I arrived in New Zealand with a full knowledge of Zorbing, and I was determined to try it. I had some time to kill in Rotorua between geyers and stuff, so I headed to the Agrodome, which has a number of crazy activities, some of which apparently involve sheep.

There's an array of choices: The twisty course, the straight course, wet, dry? I selected the wet twisty option, eliciting many choruses of "Good on ya" from the employees. Apparently, this is the favored option. If I recall right, it was $45 NZ.

Clad only in a pair of shorts, I sat in the back of a truck with another couple. We drove to the top of the hill, where a conveyer belt-like device delivered the giant spheres. I was the first to go.

"Awright, mate," one of the blokes told me. "Just back up, get a running start and dive into the hole!"

I did as I was told, landing face-first in a puddle of water at the bottom of the inner chamber. The sphere was more opaque, so I couldn't see out much. The bloke's face appeared in the tunnel to the outside world.

"Awright, mate (most everything male Kiwis say starts with this phrase) ... just push hard that way [points down hill], sit down and enjoy the ride," he said.

So it began. The sphere quickly gained speed, and soon it crashed into a berm, bouncing me all sorts of ways around. Water was flying everywhere, and so was I. At this point, I was already laughing and gesticulating like an idiot to nobody in particular.

Moments later, it was all done. The blokes at the bottom corraled the sphere, aimed the hatch downward, and out I slid with a hard THUMP! on the butt.

I was all excited and started telling my Zorbing tale to the throngs waiting for their ride. Then I realized my wedding ring had slipped off - not to worry, though. We found it about five minutes later between the landing spot and the conveyor. Without further ado, on to my Zorbing tips!

1. Wear nothing but a swimsuit or shorts.
2. That means no jewelry, especially not rings!
3. Don't be a wuss - choose the Zydro (wet and twisty).
4. Don't hesitate when you enter, or you won't make it all the way through.

To wrap it up, I simply want my own Zorb sphere and a decent hill. Or at least for Zorbing to become the next big thing here in the States.