"Wonderland "
April 2. Thursday ' Scazzi of a Latina.
Lunch from The Witches. Bun that comes late and general fatigue.
Peter points out how the days are lengthening .. and that would be too cool to go to Wonderland.
From there 'a few days would have opened the 2009 season and Peter is imagined to be there laughing' at the gates stamping and beating children in the midst of kicking balls and want to blow their best attractions.
Cosi '. If it goes well '. He tells me his first two years of experience with colleagues from Proxima, including Angel and Adriano I know how some of the attractions were made, remade and stoned thousands of times jumping queues and making people angry.
"Au, Ca 'we must go, organizziamoci mo 'in April "talking to his brother.
fucking great idea, just that we have some work in progress and you never know how to behave, in April and apparently did not think so' conducive for an output to an amusement park. There is a great little ' above and then put aside. Maybe you can 'do this summer, unfortunately I see it as something difficult to organize. Wow .. for a while' I envy Peter and Charles.
.. Then a week goes by and is already 'fully booked ! I find myself fantasizing without having to fuss about it and then I'm going to propose to Wonderland because it would be a good opportunity to have fun. Come on?
It 's true that the things one has to just wait without prompting loud! So unlike
Charles Peter and I have a date (April 18 to 19), and the certainty of a property disposed of an entire weekend! All agreed in record time!
The initial idea is to go with more 'people but between people who are not string string which has the dinero and / or to study there are only 2, Fabrizio and myself.
About 5 days before departure must confess to Peter and Charles to go to Ravenna.
"Noo you go? Ca .. '.. Francis goes to Wonderland, book us too!" That evening we
late to work. Laughing and joking they foment.
"Noo Between but you realize? The weekend is the perfect choice! 'S perfect! It' s the weekend following Easter Monday, so no gentaccia among the balls, the opening of the park been made and hopefully a few families around! "Then it tells me how
with Angelo could redo the Katun, the more the attraction for Peter 'impressive and compelling Wonderland, 2 or 3 or 4 times in a row by jumping queues, running and hiding a column.
laughed unaware of all the columns that I did not know about but made me laugh.
"And then the towers .. I got them I had just eaten from the Mac and the coke in hand screaming for Angelo "yum! yum!" pointing to the vacancy. I left a little something about coke and cement have resumed after "
But then 'they tell me their cousin (and here for day and part of the smash" My cugginooo my cousins \u200b\u200b"of Captain tense) that you do not know if it is true, the Katun has vomited. In the race. On a rollercoaster? But this sucks!
"But do not believe it can not 'can not be .."
fact is that my only fear was to suffer from dizziness or nausea Katun post .. vomiting but no, that please .. no!
The next day Peter and Charles not only book, but also their parents! Great!
And from that time are not talking about another. While traffic to my site I get on skype video link on youtube with Katun in action, maps Wonderland, reviews of the park.
Peter tells of the most 'hilarious with their colleagues from Proxima, then I bowl some other attractions and the praise and Imbroda, looking forward to knock down e cadute varie.
"Che è sta cosa.. le tazze.. no no via, che attrazione è? E Reset? Stai seduto su dei carrellini? E' una merda! Via via! Ah! La ruota panoramica.. ma de che.. Cioè il Katun E' Mirabilandia, non ha senso Fra se non te lo fai.. troppo forte! Con Angelo giravamo l'angolo" (daje) "e ce lo rifacevamo! E la gente urlava "Ma quelli sono risaliti su!" e noi a fargli "Tèè Tèè"! Ah e poi c'è l'ottovolante dei bimbi! Col leprotto! Io a Angelo rovinavamo le foto dei bambini facendo gestacci!!!"
A 2 giorni dalla partenza in ufficio si parla del weekend di Pietro.. un alone di mistero serpeggia tra le stanze e Raffaella, la nostra producer, si avvicina spaventosamente alla soluzione aiutata un po' da lui stesso che se ne vuole vantare anche un po'. Nel frattempo mi scansiono un'effige di Raffaella da usare come sposta-folle automatico in caso di file chilometriche alle attrazioni. Stampandola la mattina alle 6 del giorno della partenza..
Alla fine tutti verranno a conoscenza del nostro folle weekend augurandoci di spassarcela. Io pero' avrei taciuto fino alla fine..
Non mi pare vero, vado a Mirabilandia.. non sono manco cosi' agitato come un bimbo, di solito lo sono. Non so se preoccuparmi o che.
Boh vabbè, a casa preparo il necessario e siccome non dovro' guidare ma fare da passeggero rompicoglioni me la prendo comoda a caricare mp3, cellulari, macchinette fotografiche.
Preparo la pasta fredda e con sguardo cinico osservo quello che ci butto dentro sperando di non vederlo volare dai seggiolini del Katun il giorno dopo.. (mio cugginooo!!! mio cugginooo!!!)
Pesante!
Sveglia presto, ansia a manetta, fame (!!!!) e fretta di partire.
Sulla pontina, altezza Castel di Decima, mi arriva un sms da Pietro: "Stiamo entrando ora sulla E45!!!!"
Ma come???? La strada che porta a Cesena! Ma quando cazzo sono partiti?? In confronto sto in ritardo di 2 oreeeee e siccome non guido io mi immagino il ritardo dilatarsi peggio di una deformazione spazio tempo! Devo andare a Roma, poi da li partiamo.. ma prima controllare le gomme, fare benzina, 2 scongiuri per la strada perchè ci manca solo di trovare traffico o che..
Dopo una breve sosta a Bivio Montegelli (posto rinomatissimo) mangiando pasta fredda (mio cugginooo mio cugginoooo) e assaporando un caffè romagnolo che mi ha costretto a visitare un bagno che sembrava tutto fuorchè un bagno, e dopo aver avuto da Pietro conferma di una inquietante presenza di Bimbiminkia al parco e peggio ancora in fila al Katun, tempo 1 ora e con Fabrizio eravamo gia' li' a Mirabilandia, col biglietto in mano ed un parcheggio tutto nostro. C'era gente ma di sicuro nessuna ressa.
Urla disumane in lontananza: dalle torri la gente precipitava felice (??) ed ogni tanto un rumore inquietante faceva capolino. Era lui, il Katun. Ma ancora non era stato ribattezzato...
Mirabilandia not like Ben.
latter focuses on the theming of the park, so we have the games area with adrenaline, the one with games for all the families, and more 'slams you in the face Parsley, the sympathetic (to whom?) Dragon, mascot park.
Here there are too many pets, a rabbit with an earring, a stripe duck and other animals.
Pero 'there is more' green here than at Gardaland, a lot of bushes, trees, all mixed together with interest (especially those in the water)
All'ingresso c'è un borgo in stile Pirati dei caraibi. Originale! Ci stanno sempre sti pirati e non c'è manco un'attrazione con loro che li possa giustificare! (a Gardaland c'è..)
Il parco è pieno di gente e nonostante sia l'una passata c'è fermento in giro e mi dimentico che sia ora di pranzo. Poi pero' mi accorgo di come i vari MacDonald's siano pieni all'inverosimile.
Noto un po' troppi bimbiminkia in giro.
I call Peter.
"Ahoy there!"
"the towers are, come!"
"Ok .. but I come as I make them after we ate recently, what the fuck! "
Wonderland seems enormous. Perhaps it is the end all but it certainly is very close and the risk of getting lost is only due to the misleading information disseminated in the park with practical bent arrow signs and directions vague and ill- reported. Every so often you come across a map of the park.
Good. But a fucking "You are here" with the red dot? without it?
Every time we had to orient ourselves to understand that point of comfort we had in the vicinity
"What Fruit is Sweet .. so now where we are? "
reach Peter .. but where .. but come on! E 'already' sitting on the Discovery ready for launch, and wearing a pair of glasses .. but .. Peter? but those glasses .. no!
"I by Bimbominkia "
I had seen months before and had bought them on purpose because it seemed silly at the right point. Now here at Wonderland found the right way.
" I were to fly 'from Katun "Pure
.
We say goodbye but Fabrizio and I think we start and soft but rather 'a trivial Blue River.
Of the two boats glide through the water in June' to the short steep. What will be 'why? nonsense!
If this is what it soft Which is worse?
"It 's Kat .." And just
! I understand!
We take two slips and polite to me.
Immediately after proposing what Fabrizio?
"We could see that the line has K. .
"No! And fuck! After "
Raggiungiamo lo spacecenter, quello delle torri. E' venuto il momento dell'adrenalina.
Alla faccia dell'inizio soft!
C'è anche Pietro che vuole ripetere il discovery e ci aspetta.
Il columbia ti spara su e poi torna giu'... il discovery precipita solo giu'.
Ho perso il conto di tutte le volte in cui ci siamo saliti.
Cominciamo dal Columbia, è fico perchè ti lancia e poi ti riporta giu'e quindi c'è un attimo in cui ti pare di galleggiare a 60 mt da terra. Come inizio è indicato. E qui almeno ti avvisano pure su quando partira' a manetta la salita.
Pero'.. peccato che il primo giorno al "3..2..1" saranno pignoli, partendo ad un ipotetico 0 che ti aspetti e calcoli mentalmente, the next day for nothing! Surprise!
The discovery has 3 seats and all three are separated. Fabrizio is on my right, and I do not see the other side, Peter happens to the left corner, and there I see him speak. Near me a girl who seems frightened or excited with her boyfriend. He tells me it's like Big Ben. 'Falls down'! "
Oh I know! Arriving on
grin. Ravenna countryside around me. Artificial lakes, green, clouds, a tractor in the distance. I look at Peter, who is moving hands and arms. The girl next to me seems to have it below. E. I close my eyes.
.. no wait! I came off the ass of the seat??
"Ah, yes, you come off! But ficooo" I answered the girl side and roll down '.
"Oh How nice!" ironic.
hear Peter laugh, maybe he picked up my dismay.
If I was afraid I would not have it again, but if I think I did a wheel just to see what I face in the picture ..
It 's time that I feared. Now I can not draw back.
It is time.
to go for the game with the cups.
But no! Unfortunately not.
It 's time of the Katun. But you tell me, and call it soft start? Two runs with the rafts, then fired in the air and back, and mo 'immediately tossed by an inverted rollercoaster?
I take anxiety.
Peter gasatissimo, Fabrizio me something about a fake spoiler time where you think it's all over but no. (Formerly 'the way, tell me how it ends Sixth Sense?)
There is not much queue, only to those who want to experience the thrill of being in front at the top has to wait more'. But this row is fast .. and reliable. I bet if I had not seen the time I climb lasted for hours. Now that I have no hurry to open mo 'of Moses facing the Red Sea.
On arrival we go and we get to the second location pending return to the convoy.
I look around and think of the Maya scene. Peter pointed out to me .. columns!
"Ah those exploited to remake the Katun on the sly!"
Meanwhile Peter baptizes the deafening noise of the train pushed at full speed 'as the Evil Wind.
In fact, it is disturbing. They're 'in the park and if you're near the Katun rattles when you hear a "... wwwwwwuuusssshhhhhoooohhhhhhhmmmmmmm ....."
for a while 'we call it so,' Evil Wind. We understand very well.
come the cars and people over which has the certain faces. Shaken.
"What is it?"
"Come on .."
"Rega 'but are you sure? These have certain faces"
"Between You do not know what they .. pero' .. kill!"
On board prefer to stay in the center. There are 4 seats per row, the Blue Tornado Gardaland are 2 places. Better that way '. Me and captain Peter
neighbors. He serene, Fabrizio looks around, I resign myself and expect to leave. There is more 'anxiety before and during! Skip the girl pulling the straps, make sure everything is ok, then it rises from the bales and the floor is lowered! Shit is awesome! We do not miss parties and is what got me already 'fear!
"Look, the Katun moves Windows 98!" Peter pointed out to me watching a monitor of tizie involved in the rise and fall of the patrons. Well! They are more 'confident now.
think if they had operated with Vista ...
first corner, then climb. Distressing. At the sides of the stairs. Let me get off ..
Peter speaks as if nothing was "Hey this time no glasses wit 'me fly" I do not know where the fuck
hold me, I try to see if the ergonomics Seating is wanted or has been treated as a second view of the safety aspect of the whole contraption that I'm not there to fly away from the mica seats!
Madonna, we arrived at the top. We can see from above all Mirabilandia, and already 'people scream! Fuck you scream?? Someone close to me says "Oh my God" Oh no
as "God"? Who said this? I certainly do not!
I prepare to fall here already 'screaming like madmen, and I adjust, I cry too!
Pero 'laugh as well. I have to laugh! I laugh like a jerk?
Well? And the fear? After the discesona, past the fear. The first spins I make them with my eyes closed, I was terrified that I turn your head. Pero 'does not happen then I open them and I cucco the horizon rotated 180 °.
The screams continue, I laugh like a lunatic and it seems at times to have visions.
In fact at some point you think that's all over when suddenly a further acceleration does start all over again. They leave the picture, who knows' I've got that face. My.
And here it's all over.
"Already '?" And I laugh. In short, I liked it. Really, a lot. Do it again?
go down but not staggering around my head, but 'I've got cheekbones ankylosed, I think I had the smiley face for hours .. in fact laughing at 3.8 g is not very advisable.
arrive in "station" with people waiting for us "It 's good?? E' beautiful??"
Oh no, I'm in ride perchè c'ho una paresi. E certo che è bello!
Riprendiamo la roba e andiamo a vedere le foto. Noo troppo bella, io con la mia faccia sorridente (uguale anche le prossime volte) e Pietro che guarda.. boh.. apriamo un concorso. Non ho capito cosa..
Fatto il Vento Malefico posso fare tutto! (esattamente come a Gardaland anni prima)
E 'Pakal of time. The famous mine carts whizzing up U-turns without stopping, making you take the barrel but the barrel.
Then we went around with my backpack every time I saw him fly out why I could never catch him between his legs.
A bit 'boring. Ah
Fabrizio as he called it? The Spaccadenti. In fact, certain attractions at the end literally nailed to remember the roller coaster so much in vogue in Springfield in an episode of The Simpsons.
Then you know how we miss Peter and family, seem to follow me and then we aim to Niagara Fabrizio! But what a crowd! Virtually
a very very short version of the trunks of Gardaland, those with discesona final splash. Jesus' .. Here you bathe!
sprout two protective poncho (in the meantime two bimbiminkia trying to get ahead of us, but they surpass the break and a well kiway of plastichetta kuki style ice bags) and in the meantime I think I all'asciugamano are suitably taken (despite the night before I had the blasto "The towel? But it is useless! Mah! If you like .. take it .." and then is served)
go up front. It 's a habit. Places are wet and the ass I do not feel it '. Nearly as likely to emasculate snap the protective handle and then we go. Initial slow and relentless, with earhook reassuring signs that indicate how to stand and what NOT to do while you're falling and then the descent. None of that.
just that I have not seen more 'because nothing in front of me was the Maelstrom, a wall of frothy water that stood up in defiance of the laws of physics (I felt that we had already' Stop! E 'party late? Call Robert Jacob)
The water falls on my head that turns out to cap .. it is offset by only 3 seconds before falling down
'dive. So I did the shampoo.
Hey I thought of getting wet more 'but no. Let us flee wet from the boat and take out the evil towel Ratatouille. A lady watching us thoughtful. O tenderly I do not know.
(perhaps he was thinking "Uh bimbiminkia who grew up!")
Still water games! It was not enough the Maelstrom, is even more 'humidity'.
a race to "Rio Bravo" in the middle of the rapids!
Meet Peter and Charles, asciuttissimi, while we tell him to be passed by the Niagara and be a bit 'wet!
Bello entry on the rotating platform pero '.. pero '.. Gardaland is the same damn. Same
. But do not do anything, I just hope not to get wet.
vain hope. After about 30 seconds in the vicinity 'of a curve with a cascatona coming from direct vessel wall part of a sketch and a moment before I could say "Oh look, the seats are made so that we do not bathe .." I get a semi-dry water. On the ass. But I say .. with so many places and many ways to be able to bathe ..
With us there are two Neapolitan during the day I will meet 'at least 7 times.
force people to turn like tops recognize it as well.
These are a great time. We were not even a funeral. Pero 'li mortacci their mica is wet. They will
San Gennaro asked a favor ..
We put on a Katun? There is this idea crazy, so is the will to do it again and then we could dare to let us on the front row.
No, not the front row, too many people. We settle for second again but this time without shoes. Nothing
eyes closed, I always see. The experience deserves.
another round, another race, more screams. Still evil in the cheekbones, it will remain 'with quest'epressione Boeotian for the next day!!
And after we beat the third time, to the last row! (It hurts ..)
We lost Peter and co. despite having written that I had to redo the Katun.
Meanwhile we note with (just) like how the park is invaded by Bimbiminkia. Hordes of
Regazzini clothes, truzzetti O repaid in a row, emeritus dickheads would like to see the towers fall without protection.
There was an invasion of people from the south. You turn and heard unknown languages, languages \u200b\u200babstract. Then find out what are the Puglia region. O Calabresi.
"Who said that?"
"I do not know, I did not understand"
girls are more 'arrogant boys. You see them arrive ciancicanti gum, then jump the queue, move on. They call her friend who is 1 meter from their urlandoti ears. The
also like to see them falling from the towers. We can at least choose which one? Why do those kind of "saccooo" I would like to see on the discovery, the rest on the columbia.
"Miiiinkia!" Fabrizio yells repeatedly
If we emphasize whenever he spouts some risk spending the day to shout about! Some have even caught me
sympathy. They were so 'children and so little to see that minka go on rides I felt compassion.
For the carny.
Let's have some indoor attraction!
The weather is not forgiving and begins to fail but it seems to rain. Closed to what?
Ghostville .. Cinema 4D (ahahahaha.. ..).. Er Reset. The Ferris Wheel. What balls ste Ferris wheels, 15 minutes of pure nothing, are already 'the fourth step we take? Vince
Reset. With Peter, we have destroyed "But it seems worse .. Quake Doom 3 .. 3 .. no no way" and instead I find myself doing it.
nice atmosphere, at least from the outside, who knows' what it is. Ah .. a clay pigeon shooting disguised as interactive gaming and trolleys. A shocking news'.
Shoot the red dots .. blue ones .. attentive to the yellow ones .. uff
the first round I fired holding the gun inserted into the holder, complaining of the little convenience '. Only the next day will understand 'the cazzatona committed. Nothing
, two balls. In practice carrelletti go ahead alone and you set them so you can run 'best shots. At each stage you find yourself doing things nonsense, just shoot, while the audio is only just cacophony. Latent atmosphere .. aridateme Pirates Big Ben!
At one point shot too much leverage and the train begins to rotate on 'himself: "My cousins \u200b\u200bMy cugginooo!"
Oh no come on, I stood on the Katun! Give up the gun and try to rectify this, I fear the worst and then the train crashes. I understand only later that at certain points of the game is normal that spin without stopping. Great.
Finish.
No good, do it again? I recommend it to Peter, hoping that the mouth without mercy '(of course)
a slip between the blue river e un'altra ci facciamo Ghostville.
Dovrebbe far paura. Ma in effetti lo fa. Fa paura pensare che nel 2009 un capannone con degli audioanimatroni, illuminato male e con 4 tizi mal pagati in costume del vecchio west possa provocare infarti agli avventori. Ma dai! Si vedevano le gelatine, i riflettori, gli spara fumogeni, ci mancava di vedere il tipo dietro alla console smanettare con Facebook e mi sarebbero cascate braccia, gambe e altro all'istante! Infatti ridevo. Poi, nell'unico momento in cui potevano farci cagare sotto, un tunnel BUIO e decisamente inquietante, il niente. Nulla. Da dietro l'angolo si è visto uno uscire tipo dal bagno e poi nascondersi (e certo mica ti ho visto che ti sei rintanato li') e al nostro passaggio farci "Buh!"
A me non l'hanno fatto. A Fabrizio si.
Ma non si è spaventato. No.
Andiamo a vedere cos'è sto Rataton.. Ratatouil.. Raratonga!
Uh guarda si sparano l'acqua.. ah. Via.
Siamo passati a vedere cos'era per capire se ne valeva la pena ma ho visto della gente spararsi l'acqua. Ma siamo scemi? Gia' il tempo fa schifo e poi magari devi sparare agli altri dell'acqua?
Mi allontano perchè mi pare una gran cazzata. Vediamo se il giorno dopo potremo rivalutarlo..
A che ora c'è uno spettacolo del Cinema 4d?
Ecco, aridateme il cinema dinamico di Gardaland, quello è BELLO e sensato. Questo no.
Tralasciamo la fattura dei video, vabbè, ma l'attrazione è silly. In theory, the audience should be able to experience first hand the thrill of being inside the movie .. but fortunately it is not so '.
Nothing, if the player slams it with his ship against the rocks in THEORY should jolt the audience thanks to the special seats that can be found under your ass is not it?
No. Party farting noises made electronic regret the halls of the early years of last century. If someone spits at the audience that happens? Magic: the holes in the seats from the starting point of vaporization of water or air, depending on the special effect in the scene. And
rear exit??
We spread a veil.
With great shame I put myself in agreement with Fabrizio and convinces him to support me if I wanted to try to convince Peter to cinema 4d. I do not even have time to finish the sentence I just ring him
"Ouch! Where are you? Ah feel .. .. .. go to see it? Ah yes yes .. if the 4D cinema is beautiful? Be afraid! Yeah yeah .. go go
deserves
What an asshole! Pero 'I need your comment, I saw more' mirror in 10 minutes of video in 13 years of 3d ..
Let us return to the great vigor space center. No time for another ride on the Katun, the line is really long, so it's obvious need to jump on the towers. There is never a row and quickly you can repeat them constantly. Peter comes running
"Are you crazy, here I am, that you do without me?"
"What was the movie?"
"Carino! meglio delle formiche che andavano sullo spazio"
E Fabrizio "A me era piaciuto.."
"Come carino??? Ma è una merda!"
"Ti diro', ho visto di peggio!"
Ma no Pietro, mi deludi!
Ti meriti un'invasione di fascette verdi!
Chiudiamo in bellezza con il Discovery, Il Columbia, il Discovery, Il Columbia, il Discovery, Il Columbia... il giro dopo il nostro è l'ultimo.
Grande! Ce l'abbiamo fatta!
E domani? Abbiamo lasciato in sospeso delle piccole cose, il Katun ci aspetta (devo farlo davanti), le torri pure, vediamo se è il caso di farci l'ottovolante col leprotto e niente.
E' ora di andare via e ci si congeda con Pietro e Carlo.
Mi compro una maglietta, scatto qualcosa e spero che il tempo sia clemente
"E se poi piove?"
Speriamo di no.
La nottata è agitata. Non riesco a non pensare alle attrazioni. Mi sogno il Katun che va nell'acqua, tipo che la gente ci passa dentro a mo' di ammollo.
Ehi brevettatela!
Poi mi immagino di continuo discese e salite.
Per ora sono dolorante come se avessi fatto un frontale contro un Tir.
Insomma, una salubre dormita per affrontare il secondo giorno a Mirabilandia!
..ma ve lo racconto domani.
Pero' vi faccio un regalo.
Abbiamo incontrato i Tokyo Hotel.
Si.
De noantri.
Eccoli.
Qui stavo messaggiando disperato a Pietro "Nuoo dove seiii!! Ti stai perdendo i Tokyo Hoteeeel!!"
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