I always imagined Coney Island to be a bit of a living museum; a relic of the glory days of carnivals. Back when hot dogs were just getting popular and clowns were still funny. You know, ferris wheels for a nickel, haunted houses with a guy dressed as a ghost to scare you (boo!), winning a toy bear for your sweetie with the ring toss, crooked carnies, and little kids wearing their sunday best to eat a fairy floss.
It’s been said that Coney Island’s popularity dropped off in the second half of the 20th century, and when Cindy and I arrived, I expected a handful of dog walkers, creaky warped boardwalks interspersed with weeds, outdated roller coasters built of wood, all the old-fashioned stuff like bumper cars and ferris wheels. When we got there…well, it’s still basically like that, but it’s super popular. The shops and rides look old and hand-painted (especially when compared to modern rollercoasters, like the outrageous 240km/h Ferrari one in Abu Dhabi). There’s a few vacant lots spattered around, with unkempt and littered with long-abandoned equipment. But I should still stress this – Coney Island is a lot of fun! Read more