Amusements at the Prater

Sometimes you just find yourself on the wrong street...

How did I get here? The monster with the skeleton between its fatty lips was troubling, as was the dragon creeping over the lip of the tower above. I was uncomfortable in his proximity. His comrades clinging to the building I had to then pass kept up the vibe. They all just felt real, like they had evil spirits inside them that wanted to come get me. Or anybody.

Neither did I particularly care to find myself facing the omniscient clown. Clowns are catalogued in my brain near child molesters and over the years, not one has exonerated the race.

This one slithers somewhere near that neighborhood, mostly because it is all blasted plastic, but also squishy strange. Who can find the three penises in the picture? Grab a firm hold, line them up and shoot whatever they've got inside into the holes.

Odd that I should be grateful to this stern fellow but he did effectively bring me out of my trance, and I turned the corner to begin where I should have begun.

Yes, that's right. An Austrian amusement park. The Prater, one of the oldest in the world. I came to look at the old colorfully shellacked rides. Again, if it strikes your fancy, look closely. There is so much thought put into the details of these rides, making them each magical in its own way.