On Space mountain in Paris – you take the long windy trek towards the gates. Nerves are jangling like crazy as the ride arrives with passengers looking a little petrified. Doesnt bode well for the journey I’m about to take. Why was I here in the first place I did promise myself that I wouldnt go on anymore roller coasters…but daughters can be so persuasive 🙂
So I’m stood at the gate staring at the seat that had now been vacated by a previous group and my heart sank at the thought of not knowing what was in store for us. You couldnt see the ride from outside so no clues were given as to what secrets it held. It was only at the end of the trek where a ,video explained the true gravity of what we were letting ourselves in for. We step into the coaster seat and I ask the guard to triple check my safety harness and then once more just to be sure then we were off like a chipmunk superman on caffeine. The G-force was tremendous, then we came to a slow climb up a very steep ramp…but what goes up must come down so the saying goes and down it certainly went into a sharp 180 then blasting on for a continuous thrill of the 360 and numerous sharp ended 180’s…with the majority of the ride in pitch black I could only hold on for dear life whilst my daughter cheered with huge excitement “I’m loving this ride”…it was then I realised my little girl was was no longer little and was living her life to the fullest and enjoying every second the space mountain ride had to offer, whilst I on the hand felt a stirring in my stomach on the final dip and mustered all my will power to prevent it’s contents gushing out on the people in front.
What a ride, what a great experience.