A Whole Host of Roller Coaster Riders

A looming temptation that has forever taunted me during my time in Madrid has been the Warner Brother's Theme park that lies many kilometers from the vicinity of downtown. This past Sunday Adam and I were walking around Madrid with our respective visiting brothers looking for something to do. After we discovered that the museums that we wanted to go to were either closed or boasting long long lines we decided to do the next most enlightening thing-go to Warner World.

The place was pretty much deserted, it was the last day of the season for them and the entire park was a desolate playground where we could gleefully fill the gaps of eerie silence with expletives from our foreign language. The only other sounds that clung to the barren air were classy christmas songs and brassy big band tunes that everyone knows, but nobody knows the name of. We discovered the secrets of the Wayne mansion with Batman at our side, we blasted shady fuckers coveting our scooby snacks with laser guns, we dared succumb to Lex Luthor's latest dubious invention "The Invertatron", we rode some incredible roller coasters-one of which we can thank Superman for, and we were shot up and shortly thereafter plummeted from the highest freefall tower in Europe.

And we only had to wait in line once.

I'm not going to get too long winded on this one, we have some delightful video and pictures courtesy of Evan Holbert that will do the rest of the talking.