costumes are really tight aren’t they?’); me with Captain America (‘Take care
Sir’); Emma with Wolverine (heavily padded to give the impression of
muscles); and me with Rogue and Storm from the X-Men (Emma told Rogue
that she was my favourite. Her response? ‘Awesome’. ...And a step away
from me.)
IOA also contained all the water rides, which, seeing as it was January, we
were reluctant to try. Nonetheless, on our penultimate day, just before we
were ready to head back to the van, we braced ourselves (with ponchos) and
did all the wet rides in one swoop. This day was a bit warmer, but we would
probably have done them anyway, even if it had been raining, because we
hate missing things out. First we went on the log flume, Dudley Do-right's log
flume to be precise. This was a cartoon character I had at least vaguely heard
of, but there were some that we encountered that neither of us had a clue
about...but then have the Americans heard of Danger Mouse or Mr. Benn?
The log flume was actually quite scary, you appear to be submerged at
one point, and certainly got us wet, mainly on our bums. Then we went on a
raft ride, less wet, and with more camaraderie with the other people in our raft.
This rapport was along the lines of 'hahaha, that bit’s going to get you wet...oh
no, the boat's going to turn!'. The final water ride was themed on Jurassic
Park and was again quite scary, especially when you felt like you were going
to fall out the boat.... who needs safety harnesses? It also succeeded in
soaking the parts the log flume had not reached - our faces and upper bodies.
I decided that we were not wet enough yet, or at least that Emma was
not wet enough. To remedy this we went into Camp Jurassic, an adventure