Schlitterbuhnk

So, Mack and I decided to have an excursion today to what is apparently known as America's best waterpark, Schlitterbahn in New Braunfels, Texas. Apparently this town was originally settled by Germans, hence the name of the park and its sub-parks Surfenberg and Blastenhoff. We decided to go after 3pm, not only because we were exhausted from our stay in Austin, but also because it would save us fifteen bucks on the cost of admission. To keep this short, this place is huge and strangely organized. I'm sure the locals know how to navigate it a lot better than we did, but essentially we managed to get on two "rides" during the four hours we were there. The first, "The Congo Expedition" turned out to be a very enjoyable (and lengthy) tube ride down an intricately designed river. Mack and I kept getting stuck while other tubers slid by us. We couldn't figure out what we were doing wrong. But the real reason this park is bunk is that the famed "Master Blaster" (voted best water ride in the world time and time again) had us on a line for over two hours. The ride? Thirty seconds of utterly non-thrilling, un-scary, anti-exhillerating sliding through blue tubes. We enjoyed the change of pace on this little trip, but do not recommend you go.