Beach Ball: I Wanna Be Inside You

Yeeeeahhh, this may be the silliest thing I’ve ever done.

And it was so! FUN!

I was having lunch on the beach this Sunday in Nha Trang, when in the distance, I saw a giant beach ball bouncing around in the waves.

I knew instantly it was a Zorb.

What is a Zorb, you ask? Iiiiit’s a giant plastic beach ball. That’s it.

And I wanted IN!

I made a beeline down the boardwalk, weaved between beach umbrellas and sunbathers and stripped down to my bikini. Let me inside you, Mr. Beach Ball!

When I got there, I realized these weren’t actually Zorbs, but “Zorbos”, a Russian copycat version of the New Zealand original. In any case, there were two Zorbos: one big, one small. Here’s me inside the big one, classic cheesy smile intact.

The big one was fun because it had two openings which allowed water to splash in from the waves. And I almost slipped out of it at least twice!

But it was the small one that rocked my world. It zips up entirely and doesn’t have the cushy buffer that the big Zorbo has. So when a wave comes crashing, you really feel it!

I was a goof ball inside a beach ball. I laughed and screamed myself stupid, jumping into the waves, falling down, bouncing around, rolling around. Omigahhhh it so fun!

Here I am Zorbo’ing into a poor vacationing family! Oops, my bad!

Oh my, it was fun!

Although this was my first ever Zorbo ride, it was not my first encounter.

When I was in Rotorua, New Zealand, at the beginning of this round-the-world journey, I set out to go Zorbing on their green, hilly course. While Zorbing is available in many countries (like Ireland, the US, and Argentina), New Zealand is where it was invented. I was dying to do it there.

And I was denied. DENIED!

Why was I denied?

I didn’t meet the height requirement.

Stop laughing please.

You see, there are two Zorb options in Rotorua: wet and dry.

Wet doesn’t have a height requirement, but I couldn’t go because I had two fresh stitches in my head (terrible accident, long story). I wasn’t allowed to get them wet and there’s no way to avoid getting wet inside a wet Zorb.

The other option – dry – is where you’re strapped in, and the non-adjustable straps require you to be at least 1.6 meters tall.

I, unfortunately, am only 1.5 meters (5 feet) short. FML.

Needless to say, I was VERY disappointed!

So you can imagine how AWESOME it was for me to see a Zorb-like contraption floating around in Nha Trang, Vietnam, and jump right into it! And not just one, but TWO!

Yay me!


  1. Hey! I just discovered your blog. I have wanted to Zorb for so long! When I was in Switzerland it wasn’t being offered anymore in the town I was in, so I was shutout. It looks so fun, and I bet the ocean adds a whole element to it. Anyway, cool post!

  2. thanks scott, welcome to my blog! zorbing was loads of fun – i hope you get to check it off your bucket list someday too!

  3. How fun!!! Unfortunately, when I was in Nha Trang, the weather was raining so I didn’t even get to see this. Bummer!!! I want in too! Looks like a blast!

  4. yeah, i’ve been in nha trang on & off for over 2 months, and the weather’s just *finally* turning around. anyway, with your travel repertoire, i have no doubt you’ll have a zorb opportunity somewhere along the way!

  5. That looks like so much stupid fun! And I love stupid fun!

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