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Published: July 15th 2008
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Save us Indie!
Sanae and I sacrificing ourselves to the sun gods out the front of the Indiana Jones Temple of the Crystal Skull I am such a total wimp.
I mean it, I truly am a creature who lacks in bravery or any form of courage.
I'd always suspected that I was a wimp, there were slight indications (jumping at my own shadow, checking under the bed before going to sleep etc) along my 25 years on Earth to make me suspect that wimpiness may be a distinct part of my personality but after spending a single day at Disneysea I know in my heart of hearts that wimpiness is not just a part of my personality, but quite possibly, the core essence of my very being.
For starters - the Journey to the centre of the Earth, I loved this ride, in fact I had such a brilliant time sailing past the crystalised mushroom fields I went on this ride 3 times.
"Three times", you may be thinking, "That's very brave!"
Well, it's actually not if you take into consideration that all three times when the dragon appeared I let out a bloodcurling scream and tried to claw my way onto Sanaes lap or the fact that when you have a look at the post-ride photo, not only am I the only one not giving the peace sign to the camera but I'm the only person gripping the bar, slack jawed with eyes wide open in terror.
Complete Wimp.
Then there was the little Indiana Jones car trip through the temple of the crystal skull which was delightful, completely wonderful. I thought for this one, that I'd contained my fear quite well, but there was another one of those bastard cameras that catch every moment of honesty and once again the lovely photo of 16 asians smiling and giving the peace sign to the camera is slightly ruined by the shaking white girl in the front row who actually believed a second ago they would all be crushed by the giant boulder and that not even Indiana Jones could save them.
And please don't even get me started on the Tower of Terror. What was I even
thinking going on a ride with that name?
While everyone else had the time of their life plumeting through a pitch-black haunted house into the depths below I wiggled myself into some kind of seatbelted foetal position, clutched Sanaes arm to my chest and whimpered softly praying for a safe landing and wondering how much it would hurt if the ride malfunctioned. Three times that mother f*cker went up and down. Three bloody times. I was still shaking 20 minutes later when we were safely back in Aladdins Arabian City watching the Micky Mouse Bonfire Dance. (Which was sooooooooooo cool)
All in all it was a marvellous day - the park was mostly empty because of the ridiculous heat and school holidays not starting for another 2 weeks, so there were no real lines and no kids running around spilling ice cream on my shorts. Other than the lack of crowds, and the chance to be on a close personal basis with a man I've loved for a very long time (Aladdin) my absoloute favourite part of the day was the chipmunks Watershow. It was brilliant.
The chipmunks basically rode a boat around the harbour once every few hours singing and dancing along to drumbeats while cannonballing large quantities of water over anyone watching or standing anywhere remotely nearby. It was so great, not only to watch all the outraged old men frantically trying to dry their cameras (duh - do they think they're immune?) but have you ever heard the chipmunks speak Japanese? It was without a doubt the funniest thing I've seen all year, and possibly the funniest thing I've ever heard in my life.
I'm not sure if it was the chipmunks or the fact that I'd spent 12 hours in the sun but I had a brief moment of triumph at the end of the day when I boldly held one of my arms up in the air for the duration of the 360 degree loop rollercoaster, a feat I had only managed once earlier that day on the pint sized and cutely named Flounder coaster - the mini roller coaster for kiddies running around King Tritons playground.
Thinking back now to that daring display of one armed glory (both on the regular AND flounder coaster) I'm starting to think maybe I do have some bravery? Maybe I'm not the total wimp the cameras all seem to see. Maybe i just need some hysterical bouncy japanese chipmunks to help me through, to help me find my courage and lift my right arm up in the air? Hmmm, whatever it is, I'm feeling decidedly braver now and may even duck out into the dark creepy streets to go get a block of chocolate from the combini...
Then again, maybe I'l just get sanae to pick one up on her way home. It may just be safer that way.
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