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Published: April 21st 2012
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Spoiler alert – if you don’t want to know what The Forbidden Journey ride at Universal is like, skip the beginning part of this post. (But it’s awesome) This ride is good. More like awesome than good. Like Disney-could-take-a-few-lessons-from-this-one good. The ride is housed in the Hogwarts castle which is insanely well done and the attention to detail rivals anything Disney has ever set up. And the ride itself, my jeezus, there are no words for the magnificent tremendousness of this ride (well, technically, that was two…). I was strapped securely in a suspended chair/cubicle type device before launching off to be whipped/flown furiously through a 3-D depiction of the grounds of Hogwarts. The first thirty seconds were breathtaking, the next thirty, stomach churning, and, then, holy crap, my stomach is
actually churning. Oh lordy. It was at this point that a wave of nausea overtook me and I spent the rest of the ride fluctuating between thoughts of "this is the best ride ever" and "I really hope I don’t hurl".
I get off at the end to T and my Pa bouncing with excitement and through a dizzying haze of looming pukiness manage to lock eyes with my equally green mother. Needless to say Ma and I took a wee break to pray that the ground would stop moving, but T and Pa, obviously made of much more stalwart stuff, practically skipped back on through Hogwarts for another ride. Groan. How can this be happening to me? I *never* get motion sickness. Well, there was that one time in my uncle’s plane (it was gross), but since then – NEVER. I have a gut made of iron. That, and since the "unfortunate Cessna incident", I usually always pack a bunch of Gravol whenever I travel. I say usually, because, as it happens, I had none with me on this trip. So I am faced with the dilemma…I really, really want to go back on The Forbidden Journey…but it almost made me hurl. Sigh. In an attempt to get my stomach settled, I erred on the side of caution and took in some tamer rides, skipping the most stomach-plunging altogether (I know you’re thinking it would have been a better idea to not do *any* rides, but pish tosh, where’s the fun in that?).
At one point we all decided to split up and go see some stuff on our own. T the intrepid was tackling the most fearsome thrill rides and the folks went on to tamer fare. I was feeling (err, mostly) not as gross, so I again took the most responsible option and.....headed right back over to Hogwarts to try the ride again. Risky, yes, but I had a plan. Convinced that the only reason I was feeling sick was that I didn’t keep my eyes straight ahead and was looking around all the time, I figured it was worth another shot if I kept my eyes dutifully forward. But what to do about the hurl potential? Hmmm. I hadn’t managed to secure any anti-nausea anything, so I did what any responsible adult would do. I stuffed an empty plastic bag into my bra and smuggled it onto the ride. As soon as I was strapped in, to the absolute horror of the lady sitting next to me, I fluffed the sick bag out for easy access. (I’m fairly certain I heard a muffled "oh hell no" coming from next to me). The "don’t avert your gaze" theory worked extremely well (it’s like I’m the ride whisperer) and even though I’m fairly certain my seatmate sat through the whole thing frozen in the fear that she might get hit by a rogue spray of sick, I think even she loved it.
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