Now that I've regained control of the keyboard from Tess, who has been very busy catching up with all her friends from "Heksitin Noos" on Dog Pages, and writing her first ever blog post, we can return to some normality. Well, normal for me.
So, Been to Aachen, which was better this time round that the WEG in 2006, despite the fact I had to pay out 125 euros for a new pair of sandals at a stall at the show because the heel had snapped off the old pair while I was wandering over to watch the 4-in hand dressage scoffing a crepe mit zucker.
Following on from the Aachen exploits, on the Friday, I had a wander down to Bruhl to have a nosey at Phantasialand.
What a place! This theme park beats all others I have been to (admittedly not many, but hoping to rectify that). Infusion now seems very tame, the Big One even more obsolete, and The Sewer Rat at Lightwater Valley was much better before they turned the lights on.
My top 3 thrill rides now reads:
1. Black Mamba:- adrenaline rush, disorientation, could kill if ridden more than 7 times in one day, sooner if you loose your nerve.
2. Temple of the Night Hawk:- Pitch Black, lucky if you can see your hand in front of your face never mind the person in front, if at front, no chance of seeing drops and rises and thus pre-warning everyone else by screaming like a baby. (I don't scream - I laugh like a lunatic)
3. Toss up between Avalanche and Infusion - My first inverted rollercoaster will always hold fond memories, but Avalanche will always make me smile.
I know that making me smile isn't exactly what adrenaline-junkies look for in a ride, but occasionally we need to step off the pace for a couple of minutes or so and catch our breath. Admittedly, we normally do that waiting in the queue for the next white knuckle ride, but we all have our limits I suppose, and for me, if I've paid £26 for a wristband, I want to go on as many different rides as possible to make sure I get my money's worth. Last Friday I wasn't sure if I had lost my nerve after having departed Black Mamba for the second time with my stomach not on polite speaking terms with the rest of my body. I thought I had appeased my stomach by going on 2 very quiet ride: Waltzertraum and gondola. I then decided it was time to try out Temple of the Night Hawk. I remembered when there were 40 people behind me that it was something along the lines of The Sewer Rat a indoor rollercoaster without lights. The only thing is - Temple of the Night Hawk is miles better. Following on from the Space Invader accident, from what I know, all UK indoor unlit Coasters now have sublighting at the least. Totally destroys the experience. Luckily, Phantasialand haven't done this. Anyway, after straying from the point, it seems that my stomach was extremely offended by this blatent bit of treachery by my body and threatened to deposit it's non-existant contents on the ground. I finally got it back on side with a bit of help from a cheeseburger, fries, diet coke, vanilla milkshake and a candyfloss. Didn't do too much good. By the time I arrived back at the hotel, it was threatening me again, due to a bumpy tram ride. this time I appeased it with 2 and a bit pork escalopes, 5 croquette potatoes and 2 scoops of ice cream.
So, you see, back to normality.
Alright, I'll hand full control to Tess. She makes more sense.