Send in the Clowns
The Luna Park Clowns
Originally uploaded by inkognitohIt is quite possible that I might actually die of exhaustion before this week is out. I have been non-stop trying to catch up with everybody who wants to be caught up with. It's always this way when you visit from foreign. You spend the first week twiddling your thumbs waiting for everyone to realise you are here (for a short time only) and the last week juggling schedules to accommodate everyone who in a last minute panic has decided they must see you. It's nice, don't get me wrong, actually it's lovely but I'm too old for all this excitement.
My adventure to Luna Park yesterday with my old neighbourhood gal pal and 'God' 'children' - I don't really do God and they are no longer really children - was excellent but emotionally, physically and financially draining. Being that I was the only person who would go on all the rides no matter how much they made me believe I was going to die and that we were out and about for over 12 hours, I think I deserve at least a perseverance medal.
My God children are quite ace kids. I was worried/nervous about spending time with them as one is 14 and all grown up (a different girl to the one I left at 4) and one is 10; he was a mere babe in arms when I left the country. I found meeting my nieces as grown-ups an awkward experience at first too. I guess it's tricky to relate to the adult when you have only known the child (or something).
Anyway, I cancelled all Saturday plans today after the full on Friday funpark extravaganza. I think it was my lunatic 'go' on the The Rotor, something I'd always heard about but never quite believed was real, like Gypsies or Pirates... I digress. I seriously don't understand how they are legally allowed to operate this ride and I have never been so scared in all my funparking life. I had a deranged 'stop the ride I want to get off moment' which was eclipsed by the feeling of my lungs being forced through my ears as the ride spun and the floor dropped. I enjoyed none of this ride as I was convinced I was too heavy to stick to the wally by force and if I moved I'd drop to the dropped floor and tumble about until all limbs were broken. As the ride slowed down and we started the downward drop toward the dropped floor, I didn't know whether to laugh, cry or pray for salvation.
The hour long train journey home with nausea, headache, dehydration and a sore throat from screaming all day long was worth it though. I got to spend some valued time with some neglected (by me) God children :)