Saturday at Thorpe Park

Can I first just share that the strangest thing happened in Waterloo that day? Waterloo was the station that connected us to go to Thorpe Park… There were people dressed in many many many different outfits… Examples? Of course. We saw about ten different Where’s Waldos, Tons of Hawaiian themed outfits, these Arabian costumes (one of them had a beer bong on his shoulders), and sailors. Oh, and a shark. And whatever this is:

The amusement park isn’t too different from Silverwood. We waited in line for hours upon hours, keeping our ride count down to three extreme rides and a tea cup run. That day I was rather conscious about being American. It wasn’t that I was ashamed, just worried we’d be treated differently. After this all too forward, beefed out British boy started talking to Les and I, everything changed. As soon as he found out we were American he got all excited and tried to tell us he was foreign, too… A wee bit intoxicated beyond appropriate for a theme park, he kept on using the nickname Miss Chicago (after we told him we were from Washington state) and intently called us fit. Although we left him with a “nice to meet you, go find some other girls to bother,” I actually was feeling a bit better about the American thing. So thank you, drunk, beefed out British boy: you actually helped a lot.

One more thing… Lesley and me on the tea cup ride… now that was an adventure… I think we had the time of our lives on that short ride… maybe it was the small wait in line that made this ride the most epic moment of the day… I’m not completely sure.

So we made our way home, back to Waterloo. Oh and the strange people? Turns out it was all for a rugby game. We asked these two cute boys about it earlier in the day. ;)