Isla Magica- Birthplace of Fun

We went to Isla Magica yesterday, or Ithla Magica as most Spaniards would pronounce it. Did I mention Spain talks with a lisp? So yes, we went there, expecting a few kiddie rides, maybe some roller coasters (None of our family likes roller coasters. Dunno why.). So we got there, and it's like "Woohoo! Isla Magica, here we are!" Bryce was excited about a log flume he had looked up online that had drops up to 15 meters. I'll do the math for you. That's pretty far! The first and closest ride to the exit was Los Buccaneros, or The Buccaneers. I clambered into a small barrel-shaped boat and Bryce and Dad followed. I banged my elbow on a blue cannon-like barrel thing. We had seen other people pulling back a lever on the side of the blue thing and water came out of it, so I pulled the lever back and banged my elbow again. Ouch. But water came squirting out of the cannon and nearly dousing the attendant, so I knew I was on the right track. The attendant pushed the boat with her foot, and we were off on a narrow track, trying to shoot other suckers on the ride and small targets. We didn't know what was going to happen when we shot the targets, so when I shot the first one, a small hose shot a fine mist out on the bottom of the track. I liked it because it felt really cool and Seville is really hot, but Bryce and Dad went like "Ackthp!" so I didn't shoot any more targets. It was really fun shooting other suckers because the track was circular, so when they went like "Whew, we're out of the trouble zone," they got soaked from the other side of the track.

When it stopped, Bryce said what he had been saying this whole morning. "I want to go on Anaconda for a warm-up!". Anaconda is the log flume with 15-meter drops. We hiked around until we found Anaconda. The line seemed to stretch for miles, but luckily, the boats came fast and we were in one very soon. The log heaved itself onto a conveyer belt that took us uphill to the first drop. That one was only eight meters, but it seemed really long because this was the first log flume I'd ever done. There was one in Hershey Park, but I chickened out there.  So anyway, we took a sharp yanking turn from the drop and stared up at an even longer conveyer belt. Our log gently bumped against the conveyer belt and got sucked up onto the uphill. I was basically leaning back the whole time because I got really scared from the first one, and this second one was nine meters. The log got set down into the water again, and pushed forward on the straight. Another sharp turn, and looming in front of me was that nine-meter drop.  The boat faithfully pushed on, and when we were nearing the drop, all I could hear besides blood pounding in my head was Bryce screaming, "This is gonna be AWESOME!!!!!!!". Time seemed to slow down. I could hear slo-mo wind pounding my hair, and Bryce slo-mo screaming, "Yahoo!!". Then time sped up and we splashed back onto the track. Maybe our boat was excited  for the next drop, the fifteen-meter one, because it seemed to pick up speed the closer we got to the final conveyer belt. We got placed on the really tall belt, and slowly crawled up the hill. When we finally reached the top, I got really excited for the drop. I hoped time would kind of slow down a little bit, but not like freeze again. No such luck. The drop basically whooshed by. We made a huge tidal wave as we landed back in the track. I noticed that Dad's knuckles were turning white from gripping the safety bar. We reached the loading/exiting station, and reluctantly departed from our boat.  I bet everybody in the park could hear Bryce screaming, "That was AWESOME!!!!! No, BETTER THAN AWESOME!!!!! AND EVEN BETTER THAN THAT!!!!!!!"

Iguazu was kind of like a sister ride to Anaconda. The description from online: "Take an exhilarating drop of sixteen meters while riding rapids of up to 50 k/h". That's about thirty miles an hour. A lot of speed. We gingerly stepped into a boat with about twelve other people. Dad's trademark motto for amusement parks: "What have you knuckleheads gotten me into now?". He used it as we were slowly climbing up via conveyer belt. There was another sharp turn, and we got into the rapids. I warned Bryce that if he stuck his head out of the boat, it would get taken off by the splash we'd make.  We cruised around another corner and dropped. We flew off of the track when we neared the end of the drop. A huge splash marked our nearing the end of the ride. A fine mist showered over all sixteen people in the boat. We disembarked from the boat and let other people get on the ride of their lives. Me and Bryce ran across a stone bridge to the "Splash Zone". I had seen a few kids playing over here when we went down and get soaked by our amazing splash. We got there just in time to see a boat racing down the drop. I closed my mouth and watched a wall of white come racing towards the Zone. The water poured down like a tsunami. I was swept back a few feet and saw Bryce amazingly stand his ground. We did that a few more times, and Dad managed to take a video without getting the camera wet:



Cool, right?????!!!!

Stay tuned for the next episode of Seville: Laurel Style