Wonderla Amusement Park and Resort in Bangalore: Tickets, Rides, Offers and Dress Code
Wonderla Resort and Amusement Park lies in the heart of Bangalore and has a reliable reputation of being India’s best family destination. The popular quote goes, “The Sky is the limit” but Wonderla believes that the “Sky is not the limit- we showed.” The lobby was large and widely spaced with a crisp black and white theme, unsuited for an amusement park. Dull with professional-looking crisp clocks of New Delhi, Sydney, London and New York displayed behind the reception desk. We got our room cards and ascended to the fourth floor. I had never seen an elevator so clean; the steel was shining. The room cost 10,000 INR a night. My sister and I’s room had a view of the amusement park. Room service blessed us with the best surprise! They designed towel figures in the shape of an elephant, monkey, and giraffe and planted them on our bed, decorated with petals. The headboard had love heart-shaped balloons. It was the best welcoming gift. Wonderla has custom made brand bottles written in bold colors “Let the thrill begin.” “Time to take your splash” and “Leap over joy” which was very appealing to the eye.
The amusement park was a few meters away. At the entrance, there was cardboard imitated trees strategically placed in the center circle a small “Wonderla” fountain where tourists would hoard around to take photos. Surveying the premises, there were a lot of people in the amusement park. We opted to buy Fast-track tickets to avoid the long queues that would follow shortly. These tickets included a guide around the amusement park. One thing I respected about this amusement park was that you didn’t have to pay for every ride individually. If you have a ticket, you can do them all. Unlike in Kenya where you must pay for each ride. We were so excited; this began our adrenaline-filled adventure! At Wonderla, people had to buy special clothes to walk around the amusement park; special water-resistant clothes which were decent. In India, females wearing a one-piece swimming costume was viewed as a taboo. Men walking around shirtless was a recent trend because they had a culture of covering up.
All smiles, we were excited and eagerly walked over to the Dungeon Ride. This was the Indian version of a “house of horrors”. It was simply mesmerizing. We were placed inside a cart that meandered its way through dark optical illusion tunnels bearing; deceased soldier's body, knives attempting to jab us, a zombie hurling itself forward. The antagonist, a soldier, who seemed like he was enjoying leading all of us to hell directed us to hang nooses and drowning bodies accompanied by wicked laughter. The rattling of the wagon seemed to scare the children that were sitting behind us and I but I wasn’t afraid. As a lover of horror films, such surroundings were no stranger to me. The background noises exalted screaming and ghouls crying out with menacing laughter. The cart descended to a lower level and we saw skeletons displayed on the walls. All the while, I was holding my Go-Pro, recording this mystery. The ride was short-lived but thankfully there’s evidence of the screaming faces on our cart, clutching onto each other for dear life.
The Termite Coaster was the next ride we embarked on. The building was filled with large brown sand piles exactly like a termite-infested hole. The coaster zigzagged its way around the artificial mounds, increasing and decreasing in speed to giving off a constant jerk-forward reaction. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my body. Sadly, the ride continued only for two more spins then it was time to stop.
Playtime was over; we had graduated to the adult rides. The time of the land rides had come and gone. Now, it was time for the high thrill-seeking rides. First came the Flash tower. It ascended to 100 feet then suddenly dropped people at such a high altitude like a bag of potatoes. This was a long drop of 50 feet then you’re brought back up for about 2 more rounds before it’s done. It was funny watching people’s faces melt while they were screaming. People made long queues anticipating their fate, anxiously looking around, craning their necks forward for the “Flash”. I knew as soon as I saw it, I had to do it. I’m an adrenaline junkie, this was a must! My sister is nine years old and too short to do most of the rides thus my mum had to stay back with her. My father and I were the last ones standing. As soon as we were strapped in, I knew it was a do or die. The attendants always double-check the seatbelt so that people were safely secured. I could hear the click in the chink of metal in a climbing motion; we had started to rise. Climbing wasn’t the worst part; this was easy for me because I’m not afraid of heights. A few seconds later, we were at the top. Then almost as fast as a bolt of lightning, we were dropped to our Armageddon. There’s a knot that clenches in your stomach so tightly. This is probably the feeling you get when you’re in a plane crash. I started to scream. My father did the same too. Falling fast, we were near the ground then being taken up again for another doomsday. I asked, “What’s going on?!” Before I could finish my sentence, I was cut short by another instant drop. Boom. More screams, the drop felt like a pounding in my stomach. I was certain this is where it would all end. One more drop and we were home free. Staggeringly wobbling on our legs to find some form of refuge. My dad said, “This is what it feels like to have your soul coming out of your body” and I couldn’t agree more. That feeling that resonated within me that made my heart skip a few beats was what thrill was all about.
Drop Zone was next on the ride list and looked like a baby version of the Flash Tower. My dad and I assumed that this would be better. My mother looked at us eagerly, my little sister was excited. We climbed onto our seats. This time I had no fear, it looked like a kid ride. That was the worst mistake I had ever made. Then it began; they didn’t call it “Drop Zone” for nothing. It felt like I was dying a million times. Even though it was short, it was all about falling. All I could do at this point was to accept my fate and laugh. I looked at my family members besides me. My mum was crying; closing her eyes shut, not saying a single word. My sister was screaming at the top of her lungs. This prompted me to go into a motion of laughing and screaming simultaneously. It was a constant feeling like I was dying. I couldn’t wait for it to end. My mother began to cry laugh. Her laugh is so contagious that it makes the next person begin to laugh.
The next ride we attempted was the Techno Jump. It looked like an adrenaline-filled merry-go-round. It didn’t look scary but after what I had experienced; I had learned not to judge a book by its cover. My father and I sat on the wide seats, one could easily slide sideways. The music began to play, and we were on our way. This ride to me was just a series of short ups and downs. It wasn’t frightening whatsoever; I enjoyed the ride.
We got some ice cream and opted to stop the high thrills for a while and enjoy a calmer ride like the Sky Wheel. It was the most visible ride that could be seen for kilometers; a Ferris wheel on top of thirteen floors of concrete. From here, you could see the whole amusement park, resort, and distant farmlands. You had to sit inside a cage and balance out the weight of all inside. There were holes on the side and the bottom was open; it was like gliding on-air with your feet hanging loose. I loved the view. It was safe and friendly for all ages. Two large rounds and that was it. I felt at peace with myself and could finally let the ice cream digest. My insides were ready for the thrill-seeking rides once more.
My sister opted to take the net wall for kids while I took on the beautiful and bold dark blue and yellow Maverick. This ride looked like a giant Lego which spun around constantly in circles. My father took a seat on the sidelines, I went solo. Clutching onto my Go-Pro and being surrounded by strangers, I didn’t care; I just wanted to feel the motions. With a sinister background of rock music, we began to spin upside down and forward in the air, one at a time. This was the best experience I’d had so far. It was free-flowing, an awesome experience! I laughed while on the ride and screamed in exclamations of joy. Adrenaline rushing through my body. I gave my parents a thumbs up and told them that it was the best experience yet.
Finally, it was time for the mother of them all, the Y-Scream. This ride would flip and turn people in their seats. It’s like a Ferris wheel going around but instead giving a full 360-degree turn while you’re in your seat. Only truly brave thrill-seekers could stomach this ride. My father and I sat together. It turned out to be the best ride in the whole of the amusement park. This is what the word “rush” was all about. It was magnetic. No fear just a whole amount of high intensity and magnanimous energy flowing throughout the body. I would laugh and scream, in a state of pure joy. It traveled at such high speeds that you feel like you’re dropping down to the ground in an instant and rising to the top while midair; you’re being twirled and turned in a perfect 360-degree turn. It was fantastic. I loved it and when I looked over it my dad, he was enjoying it as much as I was.
It was time for me to go on the last thrill-seeker, the Hurricane. The ride was looked insane. It rises and spins at its top point which is almost 100m off the ground in a 360-degree motion and you keep remaining in the same position till the ride ends. This was a ride that was less thrill and more of a sense of freedom. I felt like I was where I wanted to be, where I needed to be. I was at peace with my life and everything within it. There was no future, no past but only today. It was a strong sense of bliss, halcyon-like. I would close my eyes and open them and feel like I was flying. The Hurricane’s sensation was pure.
The last ride we took at Wonderla was the Wonder Splash. It was a fun-filled family ride. I avoided these kinds of rides because it involved water and I didn’t want to get my hair wet. I got a towel from my mum and wrapped it around my head. The seats were like a carriage of a mini rollercoaster. It went slowly rising then descended instantly. The speed of the ride caused ‘a greater than life’ splash. It rose almost 50 meters past the ground. All you could see was the water engulfing your wagon like a halo. It was like a magic bubble where you’d be protected and safe from the evils of the world, I loved it.
Wonderla is a must-visit if you’re in India. The people are warm and friendly. The rides will surely give you a run for your money since they are ‘’to die’’ for. Don’t attempt any of the rides if you have a heart condition, some form of epilepsy. This won’t be suitable for you.
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