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a r e y o u s e e i n g m e?
It was in two movies—neither of them was very good
and Jackie Chan wasn’t in them. I don’t think there have
been any major accidents, not like the Timber Wolf ride
in Kansas City, America, where a small girl was thrown
out of the cars and died.”
“Would you like to go for a ride?”
“Yes, I certainly would.”
I have three turns on the Coaster, one straight after
another. Each time, I have to wait patiently in line and
listen to the Carnie Schwarzenegger’s instructions
about keeping my arms inside the car. But then during
the ride—particularly the big drops—everyone lifts
their arms up and screams. So I do it too, so I don’t
come across as a weirdo. And when I come back to the
Carnie Schwarzenegger, I apologize for not following his
instructions. He chews his gum and repeats the same
things he told me before.
“How did you like that, eh?” asks Leonie when I return.
“I didn’t get thrown out.”
“That’s good. You looked great up there. Just one of
the gang.”
“No one else was saying
pranayama
when
it was over.”
Following the Coaster, I have rides on the Enterprise,
the Pirate Ship and the Hellavator. When we arrive at
the Westcoast Wheel, I ask Leonie if she would like to
join me. At first she says no, but when I’m almost at the
