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Shambhala in Port Aventura

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The clock began the countdown: 57, 56, 55 ... The protections were anchored and there was no escape ... I admit: I was very nervous, even when I reached the entrance I was about to turn around. But I am not a cowardly person and had not traveled all that way to go back in the last second. 30, 29, 28 ... No, I wasn't a coward, but I was in a state of panic, fear took hold of me and the clock kept counting ... 15, 14, 13 ... There were only a few seconds left, I began to check that all the restraints They were tightly closed, I put my glasses in my jacket and made sure the pocket was tightly closed and, when the countdown was over, the wagons started.

We started the slow ascent and watched as we moved away from the ground more and more until I reached a point where the mixture of nerves and fear could with me and I closed my eyes ... There was a deep, heavy and brief silence, in which the wagon seemed to stop a microsecond and, moments later, heartbreaking screams began to be heard everywhere. I was still with my eyes tightly closed, my body was there, but my mind was far away, maybe in some distant paradise. He had entered "Zen mode." Finally, almost at the end of the tour, I opened my eyes and saw that it had not been so much.

Shambhala: take two

That day there was almost no queue in the park, so when Xavi learned that I had spent almost the entire route of the Shambhala With his eyes closed, he insisted that I had to go back up. And so we did. It was a Saturday in November, the Halloween season was over to make way for Christmas in Port Aventura. There were hardly any visitors despite being premiere day, so there were no crowds, not even in a great novelty like Shambhala.

We went back through the empty lines until we reached the wagon directly. As on the first occasion, I was prepared and we didn't have to wait a second. I sat down, lowered my support to my waist and put the glasses back in my jacket pocket. When the countdown ended again, we started again. Little by little, the wagons were climbing almost vertically 76 meters high from the highest point of the Shambhala, detail that turns this attraction into the highest roller coaster in Europe. I allowed myself the license to turn the body slightly to look at the floor. We were tall, very tall, and still climbing.

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