BOBSLEIGH
Dazzling sunlight blazes in the cloudless Norwegian sky. I am in Lillehammer Olympic Park, preparing to launch myself headfirst down its bobsleigh run. There is no safety belt. There are no brakes.

The track drops into a straight. I’m out of control, pinballing into the unknown, and suddenly I understand why I am not thrown from the sled beneath me. I am welded to it by a crushing force, which causes nausea to flare a warning from my compressed abdomen. Juddering deeper into the tunnel, the rumbling sound of the sled becomes a thunderous clatter. It feels like being strapped under a runaway train.

Hands appear from above, hauling my battered body over the edge. I stand up. Adrenaline gives way to a blast of endorphins. Tony rushes over to hug me and I start to laugh. Heart thumping, limbs throbbing, ears rattling, one word sings in my head. Again, again, again.
- MIRANDA WHITTAM - THE SUNDAY TIMES

Challenge Breaks experiencing the 'Formula One' of Winter sports!
Can you imagine hurtling down a 4 person Olympic bobsleigh track at speeds of over 130/km/h - or going head-first down the same track on a Bob Skeleton on your own ? Here's your chance. Read on about our unique adventure trips!

BOB SKELETON
I drop on to the dubious looking beast, its runners rocking forward and back in the frozen groove and adopt the "kamikaze" position: I lie on my pigeon chest facing forward with helmeted head raised, my chin a few inches from the ice, padded arms clamped to my sides, gloved hands grasping the handles that are level with hips, and my lower legs and trainers held just clear of the track."

The adrenaline rush is subsiding as waves of comforting endorphins overwhelm me. "Yes, it's the same for all of us," says Wallington, who found me prostrate. "But it's about managing the fear. And that's courage."
Jonny Beardsall, SATURDAY TELEGRAPH

The Snow Safari
Blaze across the snow in Quad bikes and Skidoos, enjoying the natural beauty of the Norweigan countryside (depending on weather).