Walibi

The happiness and laughter from last night’s gift took a very long time to settle down. In between the driving and day’s excitement, we didn’t get much sleep during the night. We woke up at 8 am or so, and the three of us dragged ourselves to the car. The road went up through Amsterdam and past Lelystad, where G and I flew in the Cessna last winter. We ended up at Walibi World in Biddinghuizen. It started out cold and sunny, then turned cloudy and warm. I was overwhelmed by the first ride we went on, a rollercoaster named Goliath. I screamed so much on the ride, I felt it in my throat. I prefered the wooden rollercoaster, which had a better feeling to it (despite the screeching). On the next rides, A (G’s sister) and I took turns riding with him. This park used to be a Six Flags, so some of the rides are very similar to the Great America in Gurnee, Illinois. G and A braved a swinging ride called the Tomahawk, despite the ice cream we ate shortly before. A and I backed out when G went on rides that flip completely upside down. He was brave enough to venture onto the front of the rollercoaster, and came out looking like he’d been through a haunted house. We stayed in the park for most of the opening hours. On the way back, I passed out in the car and didn’t wake up until we stopped for dinner. A took a train back to Zeeland, and we continued back to Noordwijk.