The Tower of Terror

OK, so after experiencing The Giant Drop which was a bit overestimated, we felt a bit braver. Felt like having enough courage for the new challenge, we headed to the direction of Tower of Terror.

Ouw, the location was farther than expected. So we took another ride, which I’ve forgotten the name – and not important either – and found out that it was only a roller-coaster in darkness. Just imagine taking a joyride with higher force and many occasional jerks and sudden turns while what you could see were only few flickers of light.

OK, enough for the interlude.

Heroically, we continued our journey to The Tower of Terror after spending some time to find the entrance. The queue was not so long (as it was a weekday in a non-holiday season) hence we sat on the carriage straight away. Basically there was no time to panicking. Just removed your loose belongings, sat down and buckled up.

Before we knew it, we were already shot forward with a way-above-average velocity. The acceleration was more than enough for the carriage to exert higher force than gravity and after a 90 degrees almost-sharp bend, we shot up and facing the residences of heaven…. Up, up and up until slightly higher than half of the maximum height of The Giant Drop (they shared one tower), were held there for a brief moment and with a comparable high velocity we were “sucked” back to our initial position.

Again, it was just… “That’s it? Gitu doank?” The sudden forward shoot was a bit thrilling, for only a diminutive amount of time.

Were the rides not that thrilling? Or was it just because we had over-prepared ourselves and expected the worst when seeing the rides for the first time? Psychological Effect?