Well, I'm still standing...

As some of you may know (if you don't, read the previous post) yesterday, I was terrified of a roller-coaster.


Well, I did it. I did the Cobra.


I left it until the end of the day as I didn't know what to expect. We tried pretty much every ride, it was awesome. After going on each ride at least twice, we decided there was nothing for it - it was now or never. I was hoping for never, but soon we were walking past the snake tanks that lined the entrance to the ride and then we were in the line and then we were at the front of the queue and then we were in the waiting zone.


The inside of my head is not normally a place that I want to invite people, or that people necessarily want to be invited to, but I have decided that for your entertainment, you should know the thoughts that were running through my head at this time. This is best done in third person - 

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Cath stares at the empty loading zone in front of her, heart hammering in her chest. She has no idea what awaits her, besides a 32-metre climb to the point of no return.


Cath: I can't believe I'm about to do this. [Starts screaming in her head]


Cath's heart almost stops as the harnesses arrive. The small gates keeping them from running across the platform swing open, and almost without thinking, Cath seats herself in a seat right at the back, next to her brother and is harnessed in. There is no turning back.


Cath: I can't believe that I'm strapped into the Cobra. How stupid was that? Just ask the nice dude checking the harnesses to let you off. He won't mind. Do it. Do it now! 


Somewhere in the distance, Cath hears the ride operator telling them to enjoy the ride and then, without any further warning, the ride give a jolt and move forward, beginning its climb. Cath now has her eyes firmly shut and can hear people cheering as the shade disappears and they begin heading in the general direction of the sun.


Cath: What are they cheering for? Oh crap, the thing is lifting. I'm not horizontal anymore. Argh, I must be heading to 32 metres. Good thing I'm not looking. I wonder how far we are.


Cath asks her brother how close to the top they are. He replies that they are nearly there.


Cath: Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh nooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!!


The ride begins its descent, it twists this way and that until Cath is not sure which way is up and which way is down anymore. However, far from alarming or terrifying, the ride is - there was no other word for it - fun.


Cath: Maybe I should open my eyes?


Cath opens her eyes, only to see that they are about to be twisted upside-down.


Cath: Closed is definitely better. OH MY GOSH THIS IS SOOOOOOO EPIC! I THINK I'M GOING TO THINK IN CAPS FOR THE REST OF THE RIDE! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!


However, just as Cath is starting to really enjoy the ride, it stops. Soon they are back at the platform, climbing off tentatively, then climbing down the stairs, then leaving the ride.


Cath: Let's do that again!

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Thus concludes the insight into my mind under pressure. The Cobra is more like a python. Not immediately dangerous; you can have your picture taken with it. It's all good.


I'm going to own that ride the next time I go to Ratanga.


See ya x

Mine really didn't, but this is a cute photo