It would have been a day better spent doing almost anything else but I'm sort of glad I burst my own bubble because I'd always thought Coney Island would be soooo cool.
Set on a wide, sandy beach with a classic wooden boardwalk, the area reminded me more of the desperation I saw on the streets of Rio de Janeiro than the fun parks in Orlando.
As soon as we walked out of the Subway station my jaw fell to the floor. I had expected shrouds of happy families having a great Sunday afternoon with cheery Ferris wheels spinning in the air.
The Astroland amusement park was in operation but the staff looked half dead and very uninterested and the rides might not have been upgraded for years.
The most entertaining part of the whole ordeal was the staff member manning the 'Shoot the Freak' stall. He would call lazily into his microphone: 'Shooooot the Freak. Shoooot the Freak..' as if he was just waiting for someone to shoot him and get it over with.
So there was only one thing left to do - drown our sorrows in Coney Island's most famous snack - a delicious hot dog.
Another bad idea. The diner was packed with disappointed tourists just like us, the food made me want to vomit and the homeless people begging for money in the queue only added to the whole depressing day.
It wasn't the greatest way to round off four amazing weeks in the United States but it was an eye-opening experience, and at least I now know Coney Island is not the funnest place on earth.
I got over finding out Santa Claus was a farce, so I knew I'd get over this too.
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