Look, I’m not going to lie: cycling up that final hill is a test of character. But Alton Towers does welcome cyclists (yes, they have bike racks), and arriving on two wheels makes you feel like a Viking warrior. Just bring a change of clothes—you don’t want to smell like a marathon runner on Oblivion.
And the hot air balloon? I’ve actually seen one land in a field nearby. If that’s your vibe, carpe diem. There’s no official helipad, but the spirit of fun is all about creative journeys.
