My Christmas gift to my cousin Jen and her 4 kids was to take them to Luna Park. It took a while, but we finally made it today.
I was determined to be brave and go on everything they did. No backing out. If I was scared, there was no way they were going to know a thing about it.
All good in theory, until we went on our first ride. Violet (the second youngest) was with me and I could feel her heart beating as she sat snugly against me. She asked me to hold on to her tightly. No problems, I thought, just who's holding on to me?
When we got off just two short minutes later, she was fine. Said she had a great time. Me on the other hand... my face was pale and sweaty and I am told I looked rather sickly. And I sure as hell felt it!
I don't remember the ride's name...
I call it the nauseator.
Stunning day of sunshine and craziness.
And just in case you are wondering?
No. I didn't.
Not after the nauseator.
I did however, manage the Scenic Railway. The rollercoaster that has been scaring people witless for generations. What I don't understand is the name... yes I know it's high, I know it runs the border of the park, I know the view stretches to the beach and across the entire park... but how can it be called scenic, when your eyes are tightly shut?
Dodgem Speedster Monty.
You're never too young, or too old for the dodgems. So much fun, even for me at 42!
G-Force. And in the background, just part of the tracks for the Scenic Railway.
There were smiles all round.
This is the crew.
It was always going to be fun, with such a crazy bunch!
Thanks guys, I had a great day.
Glad to see I wasn't the only one exhausted at the end of it all!