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As I catch a glimpse of the big illuminated blue and red golden gate that read ‘Peter Pan’s Fairytale Resort’ at the entrance of the funfair, my eyes wondered around the multitude of people and the feeling of excitement tingled in my unsettled stomach. I feel warmed by the direct rays of the sun and I sniff the sweet, crispy highly enjoyable breeze that swept to my direction, blowing my soft, curly hair to frenzy.
I inhaled the exotic, spicy, colourful, eye-catching smell of roasted chicken kebabs as I ahead to the ticket stall; I gaze at the large crowd of people jostling and running hysterical, trying to get to the ticket stall first.
The ticket manger shouts exasperatedly at the multitudinous crowd and there is a very silent yet tense atmosphere. The ticket manger’s name was Ben Andrews, it was written boldly in his faded white and red-stripped uniform. He had a dirty scowl on his crinkled corrugated face that made me very intimidated and uncomfortable.
I notice a man dressed in a bright-multicoloured Hawaiian beach shirt with khaki shorts, he was reading a Metro newspaper as he sips his glass of chilled orange juice in the Bailey’s café just around the corner of the funfair.
I spot a woman with bulging shopping bags trying clumsily to clean the ice cream residue on the shirt of her little toddler, “Stand still Benjamin!” she said frustrated by the fact that Benjamin was in no means ready to cooperate. I caught a sight of three triplets dressed in identical blue Cinderella costumes, licking pink, fluffy, sticky candyfloss as they danced and swirled energetically to the pop music that belted the air.
Everything looks so surreal; in short an idyllic English holiday funfair of the sort you might think exists only in children’s storybooks. I whiffed the scrumptious, appetizing hamburgers that were stuffed with spicy grilled chicken and melting cheddar and my stomach begins to rumble for food. But my inquisitive nostrils is immediately irritated by the appalling smell of murky, stale dark milky chocolate of puke that spread across the pavement of the arcade.
The arcade is full of middle-aged tourist drinking large cans of booze, gambling with coin slots and laughing to obscene jokes more to my utter discomfort. I stare at a little girl holding tightly to the wrist of her mother and eye fixed on getting the last orange teddy bear left in the teddy bear crane machine. Her hair was bright with sunshine but her face, which was full like her mother’s only pale rose pink instead of cream, wore a stern brooding look that her little small nose made almost hawk like. A moment later, she opened her eyes widely and I could see the huge grin of achievement plastered against her oval face as she hugged the stuffed teddy. “ C’mon Lindsay lets go so we don’t miss the bus again!” the mother said irritably. I watched them aimlessly as they disappeared into the massive crowd, shoving and striding in circles.
I notice a tourist tossing greasy fried chips to the seagulls in the water parks resort and I am almost run into a jaywalking family slurping on soggy cones of thawing vanilla flavoured ice cream.
I head to the marigold rides, when the big spooky Ghost Train at the corner of the funfair distracts me. I gawk at the black and white ghouls and goblins of the Devil’s ghost train which stand against the crystal blue sky promising to bring doom, dread and danger to all those who dare to enter.
Cold sweat trickled down my neck as I entered the frightening ‘Devil’s Ghost train’. I feel very nauseous and uneasy, my palms become very sweaty and my legs begin to shake uncontrollably. As I strap myself to a seat I could see a lots of bats hanging from the side of the gigantic curvy roller coaster and the locking bars were as hard and sharp as skeleton bones. My head begins to turn upside down and I feel an adrenaline rushing down my spine for a second. Clammy corridors pitted the monster filled alcoves, dangling cobwebs and cackling creatures flashing before my eyes. I hear the piercing whistle of the rusted black engine screeching simultaneously in my ears.
I glanced to my opposite direction, where I see a clown dressed in yellow fancy baggy multicoloured dotted costume trying to engage the young children who crowded him. I see two teenager couple smooching and caressing each other as they share popcorn and a coke. There is a lot of colourful neon lighting that I could not really fix my gaze on one particular direction.
A loud voice calls out to my left. A bald man with long stained white apron with bulging stomach and a large unshaved moustache bellowed to the jovial crowd; I head to the store to buy some toffee apples. As I devour the enticing hot toffee apples, the thick sticky brown caramel toffee dissolves in my tongue and I munch the mouth-watering crunchy apples.