Dreamworld!

Is it classed as travel if you used to live in the area (and it's less than an hour from your current location)?

I don't care, because I'm going to write about it anyway...

Last weekend Anko and I went to dreamworld. Originally I was going to get people to come with us, but as it turned out our friends were either too poor, popular or afraid of rides to come with us. Actually, the boy himself wasn't really that hyped on the idea as a result of the latter (and also perhaps the former, given we paid off our flights for our big August trip last week- woo!).

So, dreamworld was fun. Last time I went, the claw had only just been built, and ohmygoshicompletelylovethatride. It's like a giant swing, and god knows that as a child I loved swings... so my priorities for the day, in the order of most important to least, included having old time photos done (mostly because I'm vain), riding the claw, going on some other rides and seeing the little 1 year old tigers (aww, cute!).

We actually chose a great day for dreamworld, because it was showering on and off, and was rather quiet. We waited in old time photos for about 30 minutes, and that was by far the longest wait that we had. Got the old time photos done (haha, anko made the best cowboy!), and went on the rapids ride (it was raining anyway), before I began to lure us towards the claw, unbeknownst to the boy. When we got there, I managed to convince ankonick to come on said ride with me, however reluctantly. I thoroughly enjoyed myself... not so sure about him (oh dear)!

We did lots of other stuff which I can't be bothered to list, however noteably we went on the tower of terror (which is such a misleading title) and the boy survived. I think in actuality we were much closer to death when we were walking towards the log ride and a tiger was walking in front of us. Oh so thrilling, and very amusing to watch the people walking towards the tiger, who were freaking out and grabbing their children (and maybe for good measure, given that when we were standing a metre behind, the handlers suddenly began requesting that everyone step away as the train was coming and the tiger might get a bit crazy (ok, so they didn't actually use the word 'crazy', but whatever they did say had the same meaning and urgency). For some reason, they didn't bother telling us to do the same, but thankfully it was ok as the tiger-teenager was too busy licking rain off the railing next to us to notice the train.

On that note, I'll conclude my ridiculous procrastination ramble about the world of dreams.