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And now, I bring you --- believe it or not --- my last pictures from Plopsaland De Panne, in a race between the last hours of the day and the last bit of my camera battery charge, forcing me to take fewer and fewer shots. Which! Will! Win!
The Viking boat ride, and as you can see, several people shooting the water guns at people. You have to hand-crank the wheels on their sides to pump water through, which is how they make a game of it.
A small indoor area that we thought might be a gift shop; it's instead a bunch of kiddie rides and themed to that clown from the other day. And you can see a theater there, but we didn't see anything happening there.
We were delighted to find a tunnel-of-love style ride, Het Bos van Plop (Plop's Woods) an indoor boat ride through scenes. It was themed to Plop, a series about a gnome community that gave off Smurf vibes but more human-shaped.
Boat coming up, ready for us. The dark and steady movement mean pictures were really hard to get. There's a TV screen you can make out over there showing the safety spiel.
Part of entering the woods; there's a really nice decor of forest and miniature houses and, like, mouse-drawn sleighs and things like that.
A gnomic watermill that I imagine we'd know something about if we knew the show. There's a lot of figures here, many of them in steady motion.
And here's a delight, Plop's Woods's own amusement park, with a little Ferris wheel. There were other rides too and it made me think of the 'prehistoric amusement park' in the cave train ride at Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk.
Back to Heidi: the Ride for another ride. Here's a view of how much queue space they have and how much wood they put into making it.
And back for one more ride, this time going for a back-row seat.
You'd buy this as the workshop of a Swiss Mountain-Living-Uncle of the 19th century, right? Look at all that stuff that could otherwise have been on the walls of a Cracker Barrel.
And our last ride for the day, The Ride to Happiness. I was trying to get a video fo the welcome spiel and failed.
But I did photograph this sign, of an award given in English to the park, in Belgium, where the languages are French and Dutch.
Trivia: A visitor to New York City in 1719 lamented that the city had ``but one little Bookseller's Shop'', which is more than Maryland, Virginia, and North and South Carolina had. Source: The Bookstore: A History of the American Bookstore, Even Friss.
Currently Reading: A Call to Arms: Mobilizing America for World War II, Maury Klein.
