Dreamworld .... What was I thinking!

Caitlin wanted to go to Dreamworld one last time to use up her Max Action Pass. I agreed to take her and her friend Hope (Mim was still sick so didn't take her). I even agreed to go on some of the rides with them.

Big Mistake!!

They conned me into agreeing to try the Big Five Thrill Rides. I was able to get out of the WipeOut as I'd been on it before (when Caitlin was about 6) and didn't like the way it jerked your neck around. But I went on the Cyclone, the rollercoaster that loops the loop and has a very steep drop and the Claw. Did not like the feeling at all! Wooshing up and down and being upside down. Could feel both my stomach muscles and throat muscles clenching.

We went on the River Rapids and the Log Ride. Got very wet as Hope insisted that Caitlin and I sit in the front of the log! Yep, not a good idea to put the two heaviest people in front!

The girls headed off to do their own thing and I settled down to watch the tigers and dry out. I was happy sitting in the cafe, sipping a (hideously expensive) hot chocolate and watching the big cats play. Also got to see the tiger cubs that were about 4weeks old, very cute.


We had lunch early and had fun paying out on the Dora the Explorer that was wandering around. Michael's theory is that Dora looks like a younger version of Ugly Betty. This one just looked like a 6 foot tall overweight kid. "Geez", said Hope, "what's with the Map. Hasn't she heard of GPS yet!"

The girls then decided that we had to do the other Thrill Rides. The Tower of Terror was okay, the worst part was being flattened into your seat as the ride hit 160km/h in 7 seconds.

Then they took me on the Giant Drop. Know why it's called the Giant Drop? Because you shit yourself at 120m up in the air!

You get strapped into a seat and winched up into the air. You think, we must almost be at the top, but no, you keep going further up. The view is spectacular ... but there is no way that you can enjoy it with your feet dangling in empty air. You can see the rain coming in over the mountains in the distance, you can see McDonalds a number of kilometres away (so Caitlin tells me), but all you can think about is how you are getting back to the ground. The seat lingers there, giving you plenty of time to think "what happens if the motors controlling this break now, what happens if the safety harness comes off, how quickly will I die...". And then the seats drop about an inch. And you think Oh Shit!

And then you free fall most of the way down. And you think (or yell) FFFFUUUUUUUU....AR OUT! And you lose control of all bowel and bladder functions. And you leave fingernail marks in the safety harness. When the ride slows and you finally get back to ground, you can barely get out of the seat. And then, if you are under 25 you laugh maniacally , say what fun that was and line up again. If you are over 25, you say WTF WAS I THINKING!!!!!

After being subjected to this nutcase form of entertainment, I decided that I'd spend the rest of the day just walking around.

After we had gotten home, I told Michael that my feet were hurting from walking around all day. In usual Michael-lack-of-sympathy style, he replied "Well , your bum was be sore too, it's all swollen."

I can safely say that I never want to go skydiving!!!!!