My journey started, I didn’t dare look at the ground, as it scared me so much to see how narrow the path was and how steep . The first stop was to a big grassy land, people were taking pictures wearing traditional Kashmiri dresses there.

Then my son said look- there is Zorbi ride! I saw two transparent balls on the grass and my son told me we can have a ride inside the balls!! I thought it was funny so we both ran after the ball. After taking the tickets, the guy asked us to get inside the ball. Inside the ball I saw some straps, which that guy strapped to our feet and hands and across our body too. I thought it was unnecessary!  After that the guy almost jumped on top of the ball and rolled it. Good lord! I can never explain the feeling I had, going upside down and right and left and what not!! Then I realized if we were not strapped we could get seriously hurt as we were being tossed in all possible directions!! After a couple of seconds   I screamed and asked him to stop, he stopped and I told him- I want out!  My son said- I want to continue please! I asked the guy if he could get inside and finish the ride. He asked - then who will roll the ball? Then after listening to son’s pleading I decided to give it a try again. This time, I didn’t feel that bad in fact I enjoyed it!!! I couldn’t stop laughing at each turn and twist. Then I heard my son saying-oh I am feeling sick!!!!! Pretty soon it was stopped and we got out of the balloon feeling totally crazy!! It was so much fun!!!!!!