Back in April we were in cool New Zealand in our  comfy, cosy and  medium–sized campervan. 

 Me and my annoying but brilliant sister Henna went on a Zorb. A Zorb is a massive big plastic, inflatable and see-through ball about 3m round and you climb inside by crawling through a tiny gap.

The huge sphere was filled with lots of hot water, and it’s soaking wet so you can slide wherever you want.

We started the ride at the top of the hill, the hill was as high as some of the hills in Chinley where I live. We got to the top of the hill by a black dusty car and the road was really  bumpy and rocky.

 From the top it looked very very very very very very very very very very very fun and it WAS very very very very very very very very very very very very fun  but, I didn’t like the corners because I thought it would be the end of our long and scary ride – but it wasn’t.

At the start the man said we had to push the ball from the inside with our hands and feet, but I didn’t push so Henna fell on top of me.  When it started to roll Henna tumbled on me and it really hurt,  but it didn’t ruin my experience because I was having fun!

I was tumbling and doing flips and nearly breaking all my bones when I was rolling down the steep hill,  but the warm   water made it even more funny, we were  screaming like crazy all the way down.

The ride only lasted less than one minute but it felt like two hours.

The end of the ride was really sudden, l did not know that it was going to stop. I was dizzy when I climbed out so I had to hold onto mummy, I had to hold on to Henna and I had to hold onto the photo guy.

At the end we got into a boiling bubbling hot tub all to ourselves,  mummy and daddy were jealous that they weren’t allowed in there with us.

The end by the fabulous and great Arlo.