L: Welcome to Soak City, Knott's Berry Farm's baby acquatic brother. It was 80f and lovely blue skies and we were in the mood to get wet! First off, we took to the Tornado and Typhoon slides - both labelled a '5' thrill rating...the same as the Ghostrider from yesterday...here we go again, a day of adrenaline fuelled terror for me, yipee. I spyed the Pacific Twister on the way through, a vortex hole which you travel down in a blow up raft, I can't wait for that one. Focused and firmly behind Dave on our duo blow up we travel down the typhoon slide, an enclosed flume with swooshing rapids. It was fine, in fact quite fun, just like being flushed down a u-bend of a toilet. After that we tried out the blue 'wave rider', more of the same but for some reason my blow up preferred travelling backwards, lovely!
Then something strange happened...Cameron declared with total conviction that he was going to try the orange kamakazee drop off slide. We all nodded as if we believed him and wished him good luck. 'I bet he goes for the one next door, the tamer of the two' Dave stated, with fatherly pride. Cameron slowly climbed the stairs and then, with evangelical gusto, launched himself onto the slide. Never has white meat travelled so fast, or landed at the bottom with such an explosion of water. Amber was not far behind, shooting down the yellow tube like a white rocket. Her dainty arrival was slightly marred by the wedged swimsuit and mini colonic, keep those legs closed next time!
The rest of the afternoon was spent on Lazy River (again) and the Banzai Falls, a head first superman mat launch. I experiened a yogic nasal clear out, the type that burns your nasal cavity from the inside. Who needs a spa, just come here! And finally, the big mama of all - The Pacific Twister. My endless complaints that the queue being too long wouldn't wash any further. As we queued we could all hear the screams of those clearly meeting their death in the vortex above us. When we finally arrive at 'despatch' we're told that the 4 of us were 'way over the weight load'. 'Way over'? Someone has been lying about the odd pound or two...OR STONE? I make a pathetic offer for it to be a family affair, I'll do photos!!!! Don't worry, we'll just get another raft! Before I know it my bum is wedged in with every limb clinging on for dear life. Off we go into a dark hole, I'm completely lost whether I'm forward, backwards or generally on the planet and then we are spat out of a vertical drop into a 50ft high cone, sliding up its side like ball bearing in a pinball machine. Oh, I forget to say, I was travelling backwards. The kids followed on a smaller raft, Amber taking the backwards position and screaming OMG....can we just rest tomorrow please?