Of course, when you're taking your youngest daughter on her first trip to Enchanted Kingdom, sacrifices have to be made.
The closest the Philippines' has in terms of a world-class theme park is Enchanted Kingdom. It is not Disneyland nor Universal Studios, but it is well-maintained, safe and yeah, fun.So there I was, family in tow, walking through these already familiar surroundings, when we suddenly spot a tall structure in the distance - a new ride, and a dangerous-looking one at that. The wife and kids rush to check it out. I follow with trepidation.
The ride is called EKstreme, but should be renamed "Hot Potato", 'cause after being lifted up to about five stories, the ride drops you at Mach 1 (or so it felt). Remember the movie scenes where the actor's face is contorted and his skin gets all wrinkly when travelling at extreme speed? You'll feel exactly the same thing...but in your buttcheeks.
After having my small and large intestines exchange places, it was off to the cutesy roller coaster for the young one....my kind of ride.
Wifey and the eldest went on Anchors away, another gut-wrenching affair that I passed up on.
It's been three years since I rode Space Shuttle Max...and maybe three more before I think of getting on it again.
So I ended up in the relaxing (if you don't look down) Wheel of Fate, or from the really long queue, Wheel of Wait.
And just when I thought I was safe from thrill rides, my wifey insisted that we all have our last go on Log Jam - a river roller coaster, complete with two scary drops and the added bonus of you getting wet. Note my trying-to-smile-to-mask-the-fear expression.
Two plunges into the abyss, a slew of expletives and a sopping wet shirt later, it was time to go. I was tired and still shaking at the knee from all those vertigo-inducing rides, and was not planning on returning to Enchanted Kingdom for a long time. But when I looked behind me and saw the expression on the faces of my three girls...
