My sense of balance is well… pretty much non-existent. I can hardly climb stairs without falling, incredibly in an upwards direction. Tall as a child, I self-consciously walked with head and shoulders well down. By the age of 12 I had suffered intimate encounters with at least a dozen large solid objects resulting in many painful concussions.
Skiing was never going to work so instead I honed my apres-ski technique to Olympic standards. If you want to know where to drink the best mulled wine I am your girl.
It was the same for any sport that started with blades, wheels or skids. Yet here I was, about to begin my training session on a 2-wheeled ride of an altogether different kind; a Segway. And there I was thinking the word was some kind of conversational gambit. It must have been a decision involving love, alcohol or both.
By contrast Mr Man is whizzing around the portside car park, bending into the corners and even looking for speedbumps to gain a little ‘air’. I detest him in this minute and vow to remind him that his centre of gravity is a lot lower to the ground than mine…and then some.
Our instructor; and the founder of this venture is Ivo, whom after ten minutes I renamed “Ivo the Patient”. His biggest challenge was to get me over my fear of falling by showing me how easy it was to stand without moving on the Segway. As my teenage nephew would so eloquently explain what I was feeling; “I was bricking it”. And then, after what seemed like forever, I got it and I got it without falling off. Ivo the Patient had triumphed.
Here is how it works. To move forwards or backwards you simply lean forwards or backwards, just a little. To go left or right, you gently move the handlebars which in turn move the frame, left or right. Once I got these simple moves I was away. It felt so natural, almost instinctive. I was ecstatic! Here I was armed, in control of a Segway and most definitely dangerous. Cagliari Citadel here I come...
So off we set, like sheep in a line (well we are from New Zealand) following Ivo, across roads, along busy pavements and then finally up, up and into the old part of town. And everywhere along the way people are smiling at us, calling out and asking how hard it was. I felt quite the celebrity.
The tour itself is just what we like; not too lengthy, bite-size snippets of information delivered via your headphones and punctuated by ‘Ivo insights’. It gave us a great introduction to this ancient part of the city.
One and a half hours later we were back down at the Port with the biggest smiles ever. Forget your fears, don’t try and apply logic to what you are doing, just relax and listen to Ivo and go. You will have the most fun since you were a child...and all for just €30. Bargain.
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