Look Mum I'm flying! I'm flying, yo!
And by flying I mean floating in a giant, transparent plastic cylinder that faithfully recreates the freefall part of a genuine skydiving experience while my friends and a whole bunch of interested randos look on. It's disconcertingly, thrillingly real - you suit up, pop on a helmet and goggs, then jump out the air lock with an instructor and bam, you're flying on top of a gigantic turbine thing, your cheeks are flapping against your face and you need to position your body to figure out the best way to float and move. It's super safe, there's a net to stop you falling, an instructor to hold you, and a person controlling the air flow to send you soaring up to the ceiling or keep you level.
If you can't be assed jumping out of a plane, this is quite literally the next best thing. The only downsides are A) it goes by soooo faaassst. Link blink and it's over. And B) it ain't cheap, but hey, neither is the real thing. read more