Heading across the bridge into Vietnam, I’m reminded of a war-torn land with the sound of choppers and gunfire ringing in my ears. The smell of the jungle and napalm permeates the air, as I cautiously make my way to The Viper. My fear of snakes is suddenly overtaken by a run to entrance, watching closely for trip wires and punji stakes. I board this venomous apparition, waiting for it’s stinging bite. I don’t have to wait long as the serpent starts to rise and then drop to a coiling loop. It’s twisting and writhing has me holding on to the seat restraint with a death grip as it rolls and undulates through the jungle. Moments later I am back at the serpent’s den, drenched in sweat. My knuckles are white and the adrenaline is coursing through my veins. Where’s my scooter, I have to find a safe haven to compose myself. Now that the dramatic section of my walk-thru is done I have to give this serpent two thumbs up. Across the way I spy a Jungle Swing, Earl has made his presence known in these parts too. The Typhoon looks good with its unique theming, but I’m on a hunt for more thrills in this vast Continent.

I give my trusty steed a nudge towards an impressive looking area called the Middle East. Given the size of this park it is really easy to navigate. Plenty of signs and maps to keep you “Orient”ed. I know, bad joke, but I was just checking to see if I had lost anyone yet. Through the gates and I’m headed out on Aladdin’s Adventure. Nice touch of architecture to bring a splash boat ride to life. Kind of reminds me of Escape from Pompeii at BGW. That was another one of Mike’s great RCT park recreations.