Day 1: Plopsaland
It had only been Saturday for an hour when the alarm sounded and I hauled myself out of bed and into the shower in preparation for another CoasterForce Live. Soon bleary eyes were being washed away and replaced with growing anticipation and excitement at the thought of seeing everyone again. But there were many miles to go and a ferry crossing between Kent and Plopsaland, so I grabbed my bag, shoved on some tunes, pushed the pedal to the floor and turned up the volume for an unusually empty and enjoyable drive down the M2. Perhaps I should travel everywhere at 2am! 45 minutes later and I was queuing for the ferry and hoping that the light rain that had started up would soon pass over. It took most of the crossing to pry six hash browns out of the unhelpful café lady. She gave them up one at a time like they were made of gold or something. Then I had a bit of a sleep.
We finally arrived in Calais to further rain and very stormy looking skies, which didn’t look like they would let up any time soon. Having the rain to contend with was one thing, but then France did its best to kill me when I hit an oil spill on the flyover out of the port and completely lost control in an epic fishtail, narrowly missing the barrier. In future, I’d like to limit my adrenalin hit to rides thanks France. The rest of the short drive was, thankfully, uneventful and I pulled into Plopaland’s car park an hour and a half before meet-up to the wonderful unobstructed sight of Heidi. What a way to begin! It was way more substantial than I was expecting. Still not sold on the odd plastic soundbreaks to the structure, but it’s always nice to see wood so close to home so I’m not complaining.
I had another little nap before wandering over to take the obligatory picture of the big door and to hover around next to the words ‘Meeting Point’ until some other wet and bedraggled goons appeared and ticket faff commenced. My first time meeting both Witchfinder and Sandman - lovely to see some new faces instead of the same old farts all the time – hope you enjoyed it! Everyone remarked on the poor weather, lack of sleep and new colour of Rachel’s hair before a Plopsa guy showed up and took us into Heidi the back way. Ohhh!
The new area is small and gorgeous. Did I expect anything less? No, because this is exactly what Plopsa have been doing over the last couple of years, taking a tiny amount of land and theming it to the hilt. Mayaland, Wickiland, the waterpark, and now this – Plopsaland is on a role (I just can’t wait to see what they do with Holiday Park). Swiss chalets and wooden structures surround you on all sides as you wander through to the coaster. There is an adorable low-level carousel with carved animals to ride and cute bunting strewn everywhere.
As we entered the empty queueline, Heidi still had that new wood coaster smell. I remember the live-action version of the show from my childhood but this new cartoon revamp is fresh and cute and ticks all the right boxes. The station is all wood carved into hearts and the train is tiny and covered in delightful little painted flowers. I think I was having cute overload! I managed to nip into second row for the first ride and we were off. The drop is actually quite steep for a kids ride and it manages to pick up some real speed during the course. There were no real decent examples of airtime and, on that front, it was very reserved but the snappy section after the tunnel had me giggling like the child this ride was meant for. While I’ve not been on White Lightening to make the obvious comparison, Heidi is definitely tamer than the other smaller woodies I’d tried (Twister, Cu Chulainn, Tomahawk) but I loved it. I actually think it’s perfect for the park, as was proven later when we re-rode with the public, by the sheer number of little kids who were willing to give it a go. Anything that gets kids into coasters is a thumbs up from me. We managed to get quite a few rides on ERT (thanks so much Plosa). I tried the back and this proved a bit stale because of the lack of airtime. I tried the front and it seemed to be less fierce somehow, maybe slowed by the weight of the train behind? My favourite rides were, strangely, in the second and third rows which seemed to give the best snappiness in the second half.
With that, it was off to whack out the Batflier before the queue got too monstrous. Luckily for us, it was only about 10 minutes a side, so the newbies got to get both done straight away instead of having to sacrifice their lunchbreak for shame. I gave one side a whirl and it’s still just as odd and pointless and the brakes still as painful as always.
While the others queued a second time, the weather began to improve as the rain stopped and the sun began to shine a little. The latecoming couples all turned up and our new, larger group headed over to mop up some of the kiddy creds. ‘Draak the powered dragon who lives by the logflume’ was up first I think. People seem to really like this ride but personally I’ve never been sold on the fake-looking rockwork or the strange hummocky track section. The cred used to have on-ride video that you could email to yourself for €2 (which I always thought was a bargain) but this had been removed, sadly. It did, however, give us a nice view of the closed logflume, sans water, which I had been rather anxious to ride as it has a fab drop.
On then to the Rollerskater and Tivoli, both of which had a much shorter queue than normal – we were just eating up the creds today! We got to enjoy the washing machine theming, the new (and, quite frankly, terrifying) Capri Sun theming, and the cartoon space ship theming. Why does everything in this park have a face on it? ****ing weird! Chris also decided to ride the rollerskater alone just so that he could film the cred with his go-pro! He had to suffer the whoops and cheers of everyone else off-ride. Know who I'm voting for as biggest goon this year...
By this time, the sun had begun to shine properly and it was actually starting to get very hot with a bit of wind. But the wind was too much for the Starflier, which was great as I didn’t have to appear a woss and blouse out of it...I mean, which was awful, what a shame we had to miss out on this! So instead, we mooched over to the new Princessia Castle which houses the elaborately themed spinning teacups and a restaurant so pink it’s like sitting inside an internal organ. I was just admiring the outside of the castle, which is extensive and almost Efteling in quality, when there was a huge commotion on the path behind. Some staff member had managed to run over a child’s leg with an ice cream cart and we hot-footed it out of there as carnage ensued.
I forget the order but I think we did Anubis next? Anyway, I was very much looking forward to Anubis again - it’s my second-favourite launch after Dodonpa (no, I haven’t done TTD yet) as I love the way, in the front of the cars, that you get a proper gut-wrench. Rolling launches <3. Everyone cooed at the dark and ominous theming as we entered the queue. I was missing Nic and Peep at this point as not one person asked where Joy was? Don’t worry, I found her. My first ride was in the back so the newbies could enjoy front, and so the launch was slightly less joy-filed than normal. There was also the small problem that Anubis is now getting a bit An’old’bis and, of course, as with many Gerstlauers, is starting to get a bit rough and, in this case, headbangy.
At some point we did the Forest of Plop, because it’s actually quite fab and come on, it’s called the Forest of Plop… It was good to revisit the evil penguin and the annoying song of the gnomes. This is the quietest I’ve ever seen the ride. Usually you have to battle through fifty strollers strewn across the entranceway but, today, there were only three. Ian suggested that the new Heidi area was perhaps pulling people in.
We also wandered into the farm area. I had some fun trying to herd troublesome goats who were trying to escape and we peered into barns that contained many guinea pigs and chickens with funky hairdos. The group photo happened around the flashing pig.
Lunch was called. I joined the big group trying out the restaurant by the SuperSplash which had a really tasty tofu/noodle option and settled in to listen to Ian’s stories of the err…darker side of CoasterForce over the years. Soon we were full with food and, having caught up with a good natter, we headed over to the SuperSplash for underwelming SlightlySodden times. The elevator lift is fun but short and the low number of boats in operation meant that the slow meander back from the drop failed to be interspersed with the usual anticipation of a second splattering.
We wandered into Wickieland and rode the disco. This whole area has great theming and we stayed a while to soak it up and appreciate how good a disco can look if you can actually be bothered.
Having polished off the creds, log flume was called, or at least a check to see if it was running on the other side of the pond. The group did what CF does best and turned into big kids to scale the rope course across the pond, pausing half way to block traffic while we got ‘cred air’ and waited to take a photo of the boat coming down the drop. Luckily for us, the log flume had, indeed, re-opened and we got to enjoy a peaceful boat ride in the sun, followed by the fab double-down drop. Eastenders: The Ride has a very windy river section which resembles the opening credits and even has a picture of Jeanine in the station. We spent the queue deciding which Eastenders character all the CFers would be. Clearly, Ian would be Grant or Phil XD.
Then it was time for some re-rides on Anubis and Heidi. I got a much better front row ride on Anubis this time around. The launch was just as fab as I remembered but the shakiness was still there, sadly. It’s still a cute snappy little ride but I worry that the roughness will only get worse. Heidi had warmed up a treat and was flying round. I plumbed for the second row again and was thoroughly sold. Here’s two rides then that would work so, so well at Chessington. Come on Merlin – wake up! Family friendly doesn’t have to mean a cardboard cut-out of the Gruffalo, kids can have a few thrills to ease them in too.
And with that, we were done. I can’t quite believe that we got the park finished off so early and, I completely agree with what’s been said already, that the lack of queues was actually a bad thing as we didn’t get the chance to chat and piss about in the normal CF way. Some of the atmosphere did seem a bit lacking. We faffed for a while and checked Coast-to-Coaster but there was nothing close enough to entice a cred run. Plus we were all feeling knackered from our early starts that morning. Dave suggested a trip to a monastery producing ‘the best beer in the world’ which sounding more than appealing. The group murmured a consensus and off we went.
The strangely named In de Vrede was in an even stranger location. I think we all missed the turning, not wanting to believe our sat navs as we took a trip deep into the Belgian countryside down single track farm roads. Suddenly, a car park appeared from nowhere with a large number of cars and, behind that, there was a large pub. We all converged in the sunny beer garden and tested our way through the three beers the monks had to offer. I had a blonde as I was driving, but the full-strength beer was really tasty. Lots of different flavours going on at once – I can definitely see why it’s rated so highly. Sadly, they only make a small amount every day and it’s sold nowhere else, so there was none of the fab stronger beer left to take home. Dave and I found out that we’d booked the same hotel that night by luck and so invested in a pack of the lighter beer for later.
It was a couple of hours drive south to Parc Asterix and my hotel was tactically just five minutes from the park, which went some way to make up for the fact that it was a little bit ****. On the way down, I had that authentic French experience of a lone driver of a UK car – the ‘get out and run around to the other side for the toll both experience’, also known as the ‘piss off everyone behind you experience’. Dave and I had dinner in a nice Italian place. Totally the best veggie option I’ve found in France to date of salmon and cream cheese salad without the salmon or the cream cheese XD. It did have artichokes though, FTW! We talked far too late into the night considering my 1am start the previous morning, drinking beer, chatting about creds and planning trips.
Day 2: Parc Asterix
Morning came and I opened the curtain to a wall of torrential rain. Oh dear. Dave and I shared a car to the park and soon joined the long queue at Asterix’s gate. Sadly, it didn’t look like the rain had at all put off the general public from turning up. Anxiety was building as it got closer to the meet up time, but a text from Ian soon suggested that we weren’t the only ones stuck in traffic. It took something like 45 minutes to park up and get through the bag searches. They were being extra strict and were obviously concerned that the park might be a terror target, hence the large number of intimidating security guys with very large guns on the gate. Kinda puts Blackpool’s scanner system to rout out your picnic into perspective!
Finally got through and realised we had to queue again to pick up the fast passes. Burdenous! Passes acquired, Dave and I legged it round to the meeting point outside the new cred, through the pouring rain, only to find it devoid of goons. I initially thought that we’d got there first but alas, some others had beaten us and buggered off to ride things. They turned up looking very wet, followed by Coaster Hipster (who it turns out is Portmine! - lovely to meet you finally) and everyone else, who appeared, sludging though the rain looking miserable, wet and pissed off at the crowds. Welcome to Asterix!
All having arrived, we hit up Pegase Express for new cred times. It’s odd how you can see the cred from the front of the park but can’t get to it without walking right round past the madhouse. I’m pretty sure they’ve moved some of the flat rides in the area and have obviously expanded out to cover a considerable bit of land between here and the car park. The coaster also sits quite nicely over the lake, which might have given some photogenic views had the sun been shining. As with everything else at Asterix, this was nicely themed with lots of puns going on. I remembered Coaster Hipster telling us all about the train station pun and sure enough, there was a timetable hanging up over the train as you exit. I love all these touches; I just wish I understood them all.
So the ride then. It was cute, nothing amazing but, just as Heidi the day before, it’s a great introductory ride to get the kids into coasters. I loved how the ride ops hyped everyone up in the station before launching the train. Then it was out along a twisty, quite long section of track that went right over to the car park before entering the scary temple building. Cue ‘what’s in the shed?’ comments. The inside was fairly creepy for what it was and that the backwards section worked better than the drop on Thirteen (a similar style family ride) but was less scary (possibly better for the kids then). The backwards bit was a little juddery (it is a Gerstlauer after all) and I worry that it might get worse over time.
Having been to Asterix a few times (four now I think), I wasn’t too concerned about the rest of the day. Asterix is a big and professional park and I didn’t doubt that we’d get all the creds, especially with the Pass Rapide. But no one else seemed to be sharing the optimism after the late start and, with Ian taking a backseat on organisation, there was a minor amount of squabbling as to what to ride next – kiddies before the queues got too big or OzIris to make sure we didn’t miss out? At least the rain was starting to ease off now.
Finally, OzIris was called and we headed over that way with everyone wet and in a bit of a bad mood. We nipped in to the bobsled Trace du Hourra on the way and once that was done, the group tension seemed to ease, thank goodness. I rode with Alex and we were subjected to the huge lift hill, the long windy track and quite a bit of bumpiness. I know it’s supposed to be a giant trailing a log or something but why on earth would you paint this turd brown? It amazes me every time.
That over, and with spirits lifting as the sun began to shine a little, we headed down towards to the Egypt area. A quick stop was called as we entered to pick up the kiddie cred which, thankfully, had no real queue. I was going to sit it out but then everyone else went on so I thought ‘what the hell’ and joined in. And then there was drama! I kind of forgot what I was doing for a minute and followed the random guy in front of me thinking I could share a seat, then remembered it was a tiny kiddy cred so I retreated to avoid awkwardness. But it was too late, he’d seen me and offered me the seat, moving into the back to squeeze in next to his friend. Opps! So I rode the cred (the cred that I already had) on my own, having displaced a randomer, to the whoops and cheers of the other CFers in the station. Oh the shame!
Asterix’s Egypt is ****ing fab. I think it’s one of the best coaster spectacles out there as you walk into the area. There are track and trains flying all around you and the amazing dive below the lake. Then there are big buildings and pyramids and huge brightly coloured hieroglyphics. All with puns of course! And then there’s the fab spooky Egyptian music with the evil cartoon Pharaoh talking over the top occasionally. I love it! It’s not often that I feel a theme is let down by a B&M invert. Well, never in fact. Usually, a B&M invert makes everything better. But I do find it hard to get excited about OzIris. I want to like it but it just feels a bit lethargic and completely forceless. There’s a bit of force in the loop and the zero-g is floaty and gorgeous but the rest just feels a bit weak. I understand how people like it, if you don’t like intense forces for example. It’s also very re-rideable and the lack of force allows you to better appreciate the subtleties of the ride maybe. I don’t know. But for me, I like big forces that make me go ahhhh. What can I say, I’m uncouth. It’s still a B&M invert though so already the day was improving no end.
Feeling better about life and with the sky continuing to brighten, it was time for the log flume. Menhir express is great with an unexpected ‘such a cred’ section of track half way round. It’s also really twisty and the boats spend a lot of time crashing into the sides. Two great log flumes in two days. With these log flumes you were really spoiling us! Those of us near the front of the boats got absolutely soaked!
Staying with the water theme, we went on the nearby Grand Splatch. It’s such an odd ride that doesn’t really do much and has a long meandering section before the drop that pisses about with water and smoke effects in an amusing way. But there are big gaps between the effects – I suppose to build anticipation – that in reality just led to long, awkward silences.
Lunch was called and I opted to stay with the new kids and say hi. We headed to the main square by the colosseum theatre where there were multiple food options and we picked the big fast food restaurant place. I had a healthy two packs of chips and a small side salad. Oh France, you are a bit poo for the veggies. It’s amazing what a bit of a sit down, some food and a spell in the dry can do for your mood and when we all met back up after lunch, everyone was back on form.
I think we did the Icarus ride next. That means I'd gotten to ride both of the Hornet models in 8 days. Yay stats! I find them quite punchy for a kids ride and this one has a cool theme, so I was laughing all the way round despite the lumps and bumps.
Then we headed over to the lake for Discobolix. I joined the queue of the disco but bloused out when it started to piss it down. So instead I hid under the disco’s arch and watched for its redeeming feature, the intermittent fire.
Zeus happened. My most anticipated cred of the trip! Zeus is one of my favourite woodies and still in my top 15. It gets a lot of hate and is a bit rough, granted, but I find it just the right amount of rough and I love it. I’ve heard people complain that there’s no airtime which I never understand because I find the back row just full of it. So I made the point of asking a few people to review their airtime experience and most were quite positive so I don’t know. Haters gonna hate I guess. Getting into the station, the ride op had problems reading my fast pass so the ride filled up from the main queue and I was forced to wait for another train in the back row. How terrible. But the stupid on-ride bag policy meant that my bag tried to violently escape half way round and as I bent down to retrieve it, got totally and unbearably pinned. Boo.
The last cred of the day was Goudurix, the only one that wasn’t on the fast pass. I like Goudurix (and don’t think it’s as bad as some people make out) but I wasn’t waiting an hour for it. Normally there’s never more than a 10-15 minute queue but it was only running one train.
So instead, I joined the rebel dark ride splinter group of Ian, Dave and Harry. We crossed the lake into one of my favourite themed areas of any park anywhere the world – the medieval village. I really wish Asterix had more areas with a different (non-Asterix) theme. We entered the fab queue for the Transdemonium ghost train which is all dark and spooky and which takes you down to board the train in the bowels of the castle. Another ‘such a cred’ ride at this park, Transdemonium has coasting sections, genuinely scary moments, an ‘Over the Hills’-style surprise, and an exit through a giant demon mouth. What more do you need? Then we faffed about with coffee while we waited for the others to call us post-Goudurix; had a little mooch around the indoor diorama sections which are so odd and out of place and walked out to the 'hidden carousel'.
Ian went off to re-join the main group while the three of us committed to the mad house near the front of the park. I love the very 'French-looking' section here with the rocky fountain and cute glass-roofed cafe.
In my opinion, the mad house is the best thing at Asterix after Zeus. The theme is really original - you are recruited into Caesar’s army and sent to sea. I won’t spoil what happens but the whole thing is like half an hour like with three pre-shows and loads of audience interaction. The others seemed to love it too so I think we made the right decision. Definitely unlike any other mad house out there.
The three of us returned to the front of the park where some of the CFers were meeting to get a bus back into Paris and dithered in tat shops for a while.
After some sad farewells, I wandered back up the hill to meet the others exiting OzIris. I had a little wait outside, sitting on a wall by the pond, soaking up the hot sun and the extensive theming. I would have been happy to sit there all evening to be honest, it was so lovely. Finally the others emerged with stories of exhilarating front row rides.
Their plan was now to go re-ride Zeus and then call it a day. Realistically, I didn’t have enough time to join them and get back to the ferry by 10pm but **** it, Zeus was calling. If I was late, they’d just put me on the next ferry, right? So I joined the now chilled out group as we headed over to the other side of the park. We nipped in to re-ride Trace du Hourra on the way (we sneakily still had our fast passes as the ride ops hadn’t checked them before the ride earlier).
We spent the Zeus queue playing games and trip planning. I love this queue. In addition to the flowery underpanted statue of Zeus that guards the entrance, the queueline fences are all shaped like coaster track – subtle but effective (and unquestionably geeky). I got a much better ride this time, less stapled but somewhere in the middle of the train, so it was a little stifled. Still, a great way to end the day, seeing the enormity of Zeus’ track suddenly appear as you crest the lift hill.
After a telling off from the ride op for leaving my bag in the station (I was taking no chances with my phone this time, but they decided to steal it and hide it in the operators booth - stupid Asterix), I legged it back to the car park. Sorry for the very quick goodbyes all. I think it was just after 7 when we got off Zeus and by 9pm I was queuing for the Dunkirk ferry home.
So, a great couple of days then. Maybe, as others have said, the atmosphere was a little muted compared to a normal Live. That was a combination of rain and cred anxiety, and possibly a bit of disorganisation on the Sunday (I really do think someone has to be charge if it isn’t Ian, sorry but sometimes we can be like a bunch of unruly Plopsaland goats that need herding). But it was still fab to meet some new faces, you’re all lovely!
All in all, a weekend of puns, gentle creds and really good beer. Bring on GhosterForce...