Giving Amusement a New Name
WARNING:: Graphic images below, animal lovers beware::
While I was in Kenya, we met the children we sponsored through Compassion at the country’s premier amusement park.
The park’s featured presentation: watching deadly crocodiles eat baby goat fetus’ at feeding time.
There is no punch line. Because I’m completely serious:
Hooves are tasty too:
Gagging optional.
I’m pretty sure I’ll need therapy from all that blood fun.
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Oh, and some detail on these pictures:
This was a hand-cranked ferris wheel that hadn’t seen a safety inspection EVER. I had no plans of stepping near it, I was just going to watch my two sponsored kids ride together. But the man running the ride, pointed to me and said I had to get on to balance out the weight—-wait for it—- of Brad Ruggles.
I may have been in a third-world country, but I set the record straight with the ferris wheel operator: DON’T COMPARE A WOMAN’S WEIGHT WITH THAT OF A MAN. He wasn’t impressed. And I’m pretty sure he didn’t speak English either. Whatever.
As soon as I sat down with Makena, the wobbly seat fell forward. The man grabbed my arms and placed them behind me and told me to hang on to back of the seat to balance out my own weight to keep from flipping forward. And that’s when my life flashed before me.
That was also my cue to GET OFF said DEATH TRAP.
Three men pushed the ferris wheel around. It wasn’t too bad on the way up…….
But at the top, as the wind swayed the entire ride, fear (and a bit of screaming) took over:
I survived. So did Brad Ruggles.
But not because I balanced his weight.
