Fantasilandia, a theme park within Parque O'Higgins, is the place where celebrations proliferate, thrills abound, and young adults and children make themselves dizzy for entertainment. The food is fatty, the rides are just about functional, and a Pepsi costs four times what it does outside of the park's gates; in all manners, this magical place reminded me of home. This is also not to mention the abundance of cerveza circulating the premises, a precious commodity on any ninety-degree day, especially in fantasy-land. Inhibitions must be thoroughly dismantled before one takes on "El Boomerang", a gut-churning rollercoaster that rivals Chile's coastal bus system in terms of velocity and g-force.
I myself mostly stuck to the kids rides: A teacup that spins inoffensively, a rotating swing, and the refreshing water rides. I found myself mostly fascinated not with the rides themselves but with the aura of the place. It reminded me of Lost Island in Waterloo, and Arnolds Park in Okoboji. For the longest time, I thought there was something distinctly midwestern about theme parks, but Fantasilandia has disrupted that notion. I guess thrills are universal.
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