This is really bad. This should not happen a second time. Protecting something always requires blood sacrifices. For example, my own image.
The Disko ride we took a while ago is not much different from the three rides we took afterward.
After the ride with tracks resembling a "U" with rotating seats, Disko, Feline once again persuades me to enter the first nightmare.
The first nightmare is the Flying Dumbo. Its appearance is deceiving, like a children's ride, a cute cartoon elephant with colorful hues. The seats are only enough for two people, twelve colorful elephants in total.
Enough with those colorful elephants, the ride itself, when seen from its facade, resembles an octopus's arms. Twelve arms resembling octopus arms are connected to the colorful elephants as passenger seats. The ride spins rapidly while its height increases and decreases. As if we are riding a helicopter rotor rather than an airplane.
And it doesn't stop there. We continue to ride a ride that I initially considered negotiating not to take. Remember Disko? It was the result of negotiations. So, on to the second nightmare.
Although the queue is quite long, I feel like waiting for my own death. Nervous and jittery is more accurate. As we reach the entrance queue, it feels like I'm about to faint. Large and sturdy, it's written on the middle iron neck, "Pendulum" promising to take its passengers on an overly shaking attraction. I prefer to interpret it as a crazy and nightmarish ride.
You get forced rotations, Swirling back flip ant what ever from the sky, and screams—even though I can tell they're scared or thrilling—and moments that are hard to forget. Beautiful moments, or I'd rather medical professionals call it Trauma. Why is that? Because all of this is done at a height of 15.5 meters.
Trauma from waiting in line and trauma after boarding. Trauma when riding as if my stomach is like a continuously running blender. My heart feels like it's going to jump ahead, and even my imagination tells me that I'm going to fall. Although the safety measures are considered secure and meet standards, people like me still trust themselves. The opportunity to fall is always there, that's how my mind thinks.
Has it stopped there? That's what I asked in my mind at that moment. Is this going to end? Certainly not.
The ride called "Pendulum," like the pendulum needle whose passengers sit in a circle, a ride that swings right and left and rotates, and right in the middle of the word "Pendulum" there is a hinge whose pole can move like a merry-go-round or Ferris wheel but at a very fast speed.
The Pendulum ride actually has similarities to the previous ride. It has the sensation of Disko because the seats are made in a circular motion and move in a twisting manner, and the experience of floating in the air like Flying Dumbo. Actually, it provides an experience as if flying in the air. When the Pendulum ride is so complex, is there something much worse?
Well, congratulate the "Sky Drop." I mentioned it before when heading to the wooden coaster, a ride that is 22 meters high. Believe me, congratulate the Sky Drop, and may everyone be safe.
If Disko provides a less tense experience by trimming features from Pendulum. And Flying Dumbo, an experience of floating in the air because of the large octopus arms that rotate and raise and lower the height. Smoothly, it's like riding a classic-era airplane or helicopter rotor. While Pendulum is a combination of both, Sky Drop is not like them.
Sky Drop takes its passengers slowly to the top of a 22-meters pole with the inscription "Sky Drop". At the peak, we are blessed with a beautiful view of Great Yarmouth from an ideal height. However, what follows is part of that dreadful nightmare. The worst part.
Sky Drop provides passengers with an experience as if free-falling from a height of 22 meters. From the top, as if the restraining spring is intentionally released, the passenger seats, designed to accommodate about 16 people, suddenly plummet at lightning speed. The application of the laws of gravity is indeed terrifying at that height, 22 meters.
As we near the bottom, it's as if the spring and the pole restraint are tightened again. This results in a tremendous pressure that makes all my internal organs either thrilled in panic or cry out in joy.
And so, perhaps it's not a bad idea, the body should rely on the seat a little longer. Leaning back with fatigue and languor. The same seat I occupied earlier near the candy store, but now it faces a rectangular table near the Food Court. Feline and I are about to have lunch.
In front of me are already crispy fries and delicious breaded herring. Plus, Feline has ordered a milkshake. Everything tempting seems to be overshadowed by my weariness, nauseous stomach, and the desire to just sleep.
"Want me to feed you, Mr. Cake?"
"No I’m fine, Feline."
Feline takes two bites of the fish. I can sense the enjoyment on her face, explaining the quality of the food we bought.
Well, because Great Yarmouth is famous for its herring, so it can be concluded that the Fish & Chips here are all fresh.
"This is delicious, you know!” #Munchmunch. “Come on, want me to feed you? Only one bite will do tho," She throws that question again while smirking.
"Listen, slow loris, this is the result of receptors in the stomach reacting to some of the rides earlier. Do you know that when stomach acid is rising due to too much spinning, what happens is that the chemicals in the stomach have to be expelled?" I speak as if I am a science teacher. Well, I do understand science, but I'm not at the same level as a teacher. Or even a team of research experts and such.
"Yes, you just want to feel nauseous."
"So, why should I eat something if it's eventually going to be expelled?"
Feline puts down her fork and spoon, then sips on her strawberry-flavored milkshake.
"Right, right, right, I apologize. Besides, until when will you postpone eating? Miss Flemming said that delaying meals can also risk injuring the stomach, you know," she says while rolling her eyes, not very seriously apologizing.
Someone we know suddenly joins and interrupts our conversation.
"If you feel unwell, shouldn't you go to the clinic, Monsieur?" The man sits in front of us, placing a platter, once again the same order, Fish & chips, but accompanied by a cola soda. "May I sit here?"
"There's no reason to refuse. Besides, your platter sat down first, Monsieur? Please," I force a smile in the midst of this challenging condition.
M. Marsh, the slick-haired man with his hair combed back. Actually, from several previous rides, we still occasionally crossed paths with the same four people. Although we rode different rides, occasionally during Sky Drop, we rode together.
After I felt weak riding Sky Drop, the last thing I saw before we separated about 15 minutes ago, Mlle. Howell was in the arms of M. Gill, looking weak and panting. It seems my condition with her is not much different. While M. Marsh and Mlle. Voyless, as if unaffected by the ride, remained somewhat unmoved.
I didn't expect to meet M. Marsh here. But it's not surprising, it's lunchtime. It's just that, instead of a package deal, now M. Marsh is alone.
"Ah, I always underestimate that choice. It only takes some time and won't be long." Although a bit eerie, I try to sip chocolate milkshake through a straw to check if it will upset my stomach or not.
"Where is Miss Voyles and the others, M. Marsh?"
As usual, Feline always asks a to-the-point question. It's not common for someone to answer that, especially the suspicious type, like Mlle. Howell was to me initially.
M. Marsh sips his large-sized cola.
"Those three have a fiery spirit and are quite timeless." The slick-haired, comb-back man reaches for his fries and takes the first bite. "As for me, everything has to be somewhat conservative. Lunchtime means eating."
"Perhaps you have a stomach condition, sir?"
He sighs briefly before picking up a piece of fish with the fork and knife in front of him.
"Perhaps so. I also don't like spending too much time waiting in line at the clinic."
We start chatting. While Feline is returning her Platter because she ate very quickly. M. Marsh says he is a manager in a pest control company dealing with rodents, cockroaches, and cleanliness matters based in Norfolk. Somehow, since he was about to have lunch, his aura changed a bit.
I can understand from his facial expression while eating. His moving hands let the knife make quite a loud sound on the plate, and his eyes look very uninterested in the delicious dish.
More precisely, after M. Marsh said that he was actually here for a negotiation with the amusement park for business matters. This evening, M. Marshal will meet the owner of The Great Yarmouth Joy Beach amusement park.
"And your three friends, Monsieur?"
"Ah, Nick and Alwen, of course, they are purely on vacation. We don't work at the same place."
I nodded in a small nod but I didn't necessarily understand. I was just wondering, are they college friends? That's what I asked next.
M. Marshal immediately accelerated his lunch tempo. Then, Feline came and sat next to me again.
“We know each other through a unique relationship….”
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