The Zoo Will Be Closing at 2 PM for the Annual Zoo Gala
Ah crap. I looked at the watch, and it was already 1:30. I asked the lady in the booth if that was when the last ticket was being sold or if that was when you have to be out of the zoo. Needless to say it was the later.
So we walked back past the squawking peahens, and dejectedly into the car. We stared at each for a long moment then pulled out of the lot and headed back towards the house.
“Any ideas?” Tom asked. “It’s a beautiful day, we can’t really just go back to the house.”
“Well, there’s only one I can think of,” I answered.
We found ourselves in Bavaria again. Well, ok. Not really Bavaria—merely the Bavaria Lots at Busch Gardens.
Living in Virginia, we can purchase something called the Fun Card. Buy one ticket, and you can come back all summer on that ticket. Couldn’t really beat that deal. So we each bought one.
I was extremely amused though, that in order to get into the park, we had to show our pass and have our finger print taken and logged for our next visit. I mean, what’s next. Retinal scans for go karts?
We walked through, and Busch Gardens Williamsburg is one of the nicest amusements parks I’ve even been in, and that’s including Disney. It’s quite a haul though, to actually into the park. It’s divided into different European countries, including Britain, France, Germany and Italy. Each area has it’s own rollercoaster, and usually another adventure ride.
Well, Britain has Loch Ness, ostensible because they have Scotland as part of the Empire.
Let me pause here and tell you that I like roller coasters, but I have to watch which ones and how many I go on each time. I get oddly sick; this probably comes from the fact that your brain gets bounced about in your skull and is not happy. This particular day, I wasn’t feeling them, but I went on Loch Ness because it had been a long time since I’d been on one.
It was the only coaster I went on. My brain was NOT happy with me. Tom however wanted more. So I merrily waited while he went on a few different coaster, and called me a wuss the whole time*.
Busch Gardens has recently opened a new coaster called The Griffin. This thing is nuts. I’m sure that I’ll eventually get on it, since I’ve probably been on worse, but just looking at it made me want to puke.
The ride is about 1:45* or so, and I think it’s one of the coaster that try as you might, you will have to scream as you plummet to your death—I mean on the track. See, they crank you up to the top of this 90 degree drop and after you cruise over to the top of the drop, they start to drop you, but then stop and let. you. dangle.
I shall have to try to load the video I have of this thing. You can sure hear the people screaming on it. And it was just too much for me that day. And subsequent visits.
This also happens to be one of the most popular rides right now, and it was quite a wait for Tom’s ride. I walked over to the snack hut and got myself a drink and a snack and had a seat to wait for him. The problem with the coaster is, it’s too high to make out individual faces, so I had no idea when he actually rode the thing. I just waited at the bottom of the coaster entrance until I saw him walk out. He was happy.
We went on one more ride, called Dark Kastle, that I vaguely remember from my first visit years ago. Except one screen on the ride wasn’t working and it kinda lost the momentum it needs to succeed as being scary.
After that, it was time to go home… but we would be back.
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*He didn’t believe that I have a problem with them until a later date. He just thought that I was a wuss. We’ll get into that in another blog.
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