My stomach is flipping around like a pancake, much like I’m on a boat trip in choppy waters. Yet right now, the trigger for my queasiness is the Flying Dutchman’s Ghost Ship at Turkey’s brand-new Nickelodeon Land. I’m turning slightly green while my six-year-old daughter and her five-year-old brother are grinning from ear to ear. When we alight into the neon-lit “Bikini Bottom”, it validates the reason we came here: the kids are in raptures.