“Whiskey bottles, brand new cars, oak tree you’re in my way…”
I found these samples of whiskey at the Frisco Farmer’s Market. I wanted to sample it, which they would have gladly let me, but then I would have coveted a bottle. Given the price tag, upwards of $175 to $1,700 a bottle, I just felt it a wee bit too much for my tastes. You could say that they are really proud of their whiskey.
There is always that one ride. The swingy thingy was it. The line, which was non-existent when my boys arrived, was long. Then they had to sit in the chairs for a while. Finally, the ride started, and they rode it for such a short time, I almost missed it. It was not worth the money paid. But then again, that is the case with most of the rides at a carnival.
The Long Wait
The Short Ride
According to Japanese legend, the spirits, known as Kamikazes (divine winds), aided them in the defense of their island when the Mongols attempted to invade under the rule of Kublai Khan in 1281. Twice the younger Khan sent a fleet of more than 700 ships to invade the island, and twice he was repulsed, not by the Japanese, but by the monsoon winds. The legendary winds were seen as divine favor by the Japanese. They also looked to the winds during World War II, naming a certain breed of pilots as Kamikazes, since they would divinely fly their airplanes into the side of enemy ships in order to sink them. Apparently the divine favor they thought they had, had run its course, given the fact that the plan was a complete failure.
But all that has be lost on carnival goers. For them, Kamikaze was a ride for four credits off your carnival credit card (each credit is worth $1). I took my boys on Saturday so I could take pictures, and they could spend 4 credits each, to ride the ode to the divine winds.
Obviously Excited to Ride