Crossing a high summit yesterday I stopped at a cafe. There was a strange tower with some steps going up that needed further investigation. At the bottom was a little hut advertising extreme “zipping”.
This is part of a large network of zip wires between mountains. Drops of 1600 ft and speeds of 120kph were quoted, which sounds quite fun! I stepped up to the plate for a look, the distances and steepness certainly looked like serious business! Maybe I should have a go?
In the end I didn’t. I was wet through and it was drizzling, a huge dampener for any outdoor activity. It was also cloudy and obvious that they weren’t going to get any custom that day. I did have a minor pang of ‘only live once’ type guilt, but it quickly passed.