Now we are in the rinse and repeat of beach days, so the content may not be the most original. Yeah, OK, not a situation unique to beach days, I hear you.
It was a civilised start again, with Mum and I venturing down to Constant Grind for breakfast around 9.30. Louise stayed in bed, frankly, sulking at the crap weather which was playing havoc with her very highly desired time at the beach.
Mum had Toast and Jam again, but in her mid-eighties she sampled Granola and Yoghurt for the first time and she’s been eating it for breakfast ever since. It’s never too late I suppose.
I also had Granola and another large muffin. I just don’t understand why I keep putting weight on!?
The forecast today was for showers but we took our place by the pool like the optimistic milky white things we were. We picked some beds overlooking the beach.
We looked at that for some time whilst lying down.
Louise joined us with her breakfast and she did the same. You can’t beat trip report content like this.
Louise and I ventured into the pool at some point and Mum took herself off for a wander down the beach.
At some point in the afternoon, there was a need for a snack. It will astound you to discover that I over-ordered magnificently. I flagged down the wandering waitress and ordered 2 x Mozzarella Stick Portions (just that would have been sufficient for our needs) but like the tub-shaped buffoon I am, we also got a Chicken Sandwich. Everything was huge of course and it took some effort to get the majority of it eaten despite not really wanting to.
There was then more lying down.
At around 4pm all that lying down had caused me a numb bum and I went for a walk up the beach to get rid. I walked all the way up to the Hilton hotel, and surely all that exercise would have burned off all the crap I’d eaten and would eat for the rest of the trip. Right?
There’s something lovely about a beach walk though. On the way back I was walking into a force ten head-wind which made the return feel like running a marathon. It may amaze you to learn that I have never run a marathon, so that is an assumption.
I flopped, exhausted, back onto my sun lounger and rested a while before returning to our room at 5.30 to get ready to go and get some more food. Showers were had and Louise and I managed to squeeze in a Breaking Bad (not a euphemism) before meeting Mum in the lobby.
We left at 8 and had chosen to drive out to Applebees.
Due to them being crap for Vegetarians, it had been some time since we visited one, for which we will be resentful of Emily for all time.
We arrived to find another place in Daytona spookily empty. We were of course immediately seated. Inexplicably they had a DJ/Karaoke on who was setting up as we ordered.
We had Pretzel Dippers to start.
I had Steak & Shrimp, heavily featuring the broccoli in the photo
Mum had Riblets, whatever a Riblet is.
Louise had steak
It was all very nice.
We finished off by sharing some Donut Dippers.
With a few wines and a good tip, it was a very acceptable $125.
We left, mercifully, just as the karaoke was starting. I’m sure the four other people in the place were about to rock out in fine style.
With no change on hand to tip the valet driver back at the hotel (I do worry about and pre-plan these things) we stopped off at a gas station nearby. It felt like we were in Beirut. The whole front of the place was boarded up and we were pretty sure there was some sort of drug deal going down on the forecourt. Pre-payment for fuel was of course insisted upon and inside some character from Trainspotting was playing the coin drop machine. I have felt more safe it has to be said.
To top it off the owner had a glass eye. I am not making any of this up.
I was very relieved to get back in the car and back to the artificial bubble of our hotel.
Needing a drink after the gas station experience we went to the hotel bar. It was 10.05 and it had closed at 10pm. Yes, the Hard Rock Hotel apparently did not rock at all post-10 pm.
After our crazy night of drinking and watching men play with their balls, we understandably had a later start. It was a decadent 9.30 before we were down for breakfast. The weather, which was quickly becoming an obsession, was forecast to be crap but looked OK for now.
We decided to have a sit-down breakfast at Sessions and even made the crazy decision to sit outside. We ordered coffee and juices and looked over the menu before choosing –
Mum – French Toast
Louise – Eggs Benedict
I went all hipster artisanal and had Avo & Eggs on Toast
The weather, seeing that we had plans to be outside today, did this.
We had to drag our table further undercover to finish eating in a dry state. Rather than obsess over the My Disney Experience app, I was now constantly checking the weather one. It looked, to be blunt, shite for the rest of the day.
We finished eating, paid the $90 including tip bill and went back up to our rooms. I’d arranged to pick up our hire car today at 12 and arranged for a Lyft to take me there. After hanging around the room for a bit, watching the weather not get better, I headed down to reception and got picked up by my driver. That sounds more showbiz than it was.
It was a delightfully silent ten-minute drive to Enterprise in, let’s be honest, a less glamorous part of Daytona, but we were getting the idea that aside from a few posh-ish hotels on the beach, much of it was.
Enterprise was a hut in a car park and I waited to be served as the staff undertook daylight robbery of all the customers in front of me. I was not looking forward to this.
I was eventually served and he vaguely pointed at some red car in the far distance, behind the rain-streaked window and asked if that would be OK. It could have been a Ford Kia or a Bentley, the visibility was that bad, and I initially said OK.
As he went to seek out the keys, I wandered up to the window and looked out at a car that was smaller than some things that have left my backside after a heavy meal. I think it was a Matiz.
I informed him that he was taking the piss and having booked an Intermediate vehicle I wanted something I couldn’t fit in my pocket. He inspected his inventory, which was basically him rifling through sets of keys in a drawer and offered me a sizeable Nissan thing. I think it was a Rogue. That was much more like it.
I left Dodge City, still a homeowner, and drove back to the hotel, fairly pleased with the car which turned out to be a lovely drive and certainly roomy enough for the three of us. Bearing in mind the horror show upon arrival at the airport I had extended this booking till the end of the holiday so that we would have two cars to get us back to MCO.
It had been decided that, in light of the rain, we would go to a mall. Super. So I picked up Louise and Mum and headed straight out to Volusia Mall. It was about a ten-minute drive.
Granted this was a wet Wednesday, but the whole place had a definite Walking Dead vibe to it. It was as if there had been an apocalyptic event in the early 2000s and the whole place had been deserted and preserved in that state. The sight of shops such as Lids and Hot Topic kicked off large amounts of nostalgia.
Louise had to undertake her mid-holiday ritual of buying new trainers because whatever shoes she had brought with her, assuring everyone they would be fine, were not, resulting in her wearing flip-flops around the parks and then almost becoming lame.
We stopped in the US arm of JD Sports and gave them their one sale that week. Whilst Louise selected the shoes that would never touch her feet again once back home, I walked the entire length of the mall in search of a wee, only to spot a restroom ten yards the other way when returning to the shop.
We wandered around, unbothered by fellow humans, buying the odd thing here and there. We popped into Hot Topic, mainly for nostalgic vibes, but ended up buying Emily a couple of T-Shirts. (Upon getting home, being the very cool Dad I am, I had indeed chosen/guessed at the perfect band T-shirts).
Mum got some joggers (pants, not athletes) and I got a tub of Cinnamon Pretzel things from Aunt Annie’s. They were awesome.
We left once we’d done a full loop, and I thought I’d take a photo of our new car to share with you all.
Some of the sharper amongst you will have noticed what I did not. That isn’t a Nissan, wasn’t our car and I had been taking photos of some random car.
Once I was next to the relevant car, I captured it.
I’ll be honest, I took a lot of photos like this, half expecting to be hit with a load of damage charges at drop-off from Jessie James and Dick Turpin at Enterprise. It had not been a good trip in relation to the hire car experience.
You will be wondering why we had not been to a CVS in some time, so we remedied that next and had a wander up and down a very weird row of shops opposite the baseball ground.
Let’s call them eclectic. And mostly closed.
We drove back to the hotel and the rain was clearing, so we headed down to the pool.
We got about two hours of lying in the sun before heading up to change for dinner around 6.30.
In what research I had found time to do pre-trip, I had identified some eateries we might try and had planned Sloppy Joe’s for this evening. We drove down to the area around the Hilton hotel, where we have stayed previously and parked up in the multi-storey opposite. There’s a walkway over the road, across to the shops and restaurants.
I was expecting a sort of independent version of “TGI Fridays”, but Sloppy Joe’s was a bit more “FFS It’s Monday”. It was empty but so was much of Daytona it seemed and not the most plush eatery you might imagine. Undeterred, although Mum was not too keen on the place, we ordered the obligatory Nachos to start.
The place may not have been much to look at, but the Chilli on those Nachos and on my Sliders was one of the tastiest we have ever had.
Mum had a burger
Louise had Blackened Chicken Fettucine Alfredo.
We felt a little rushed by the staff, no doubt as we were the only ones in and as soon as we were done we saw them all bolt for the exit. The bill was $120 including a 20% tip and we headed back to the car.
We could not do two crazy nights in a row, so instead we watched an episode of Breaking Bad in bed (we were repeat-watching it many years after the first time) and were asleep around 11pm.
Basking in the relaxing glow of having no My Disney Experience work to do we slept in. Rebecca and Tom had less opportunity to do so of course with the boys in their room, so they were down for breakfast first. They dropped their cases off in our room on their way down, as they were checking out this morning. We arrived in the lobby as they were finishing, and we, as they had done, got some stuff from the Constant Grind coffee shop thing in reception.
I had Granola. That would require another visit to CVS to clear that up. I also had a large muffin but I’m not one to brag. Louise had Granola and a Danish and Mum had a Danish and some toast. That was not the most entertaining food review you’ll read I’ll grant you but they were all fine.
Rain was forecast, but we took it on by going and lying down in expectation of sun. It was a bit blowy and overcast but no sign yet of any moistness.
We all did variations of swimming, relaxing and reading and mid-morning, Dougie succumbed to a nap. The pool was salt water and heated and it felt lovely.
So it was mostly this for the rest of the day to be honest.
At some point, we ordered a light lunch from the wandering waitress which consisted of a Chicken BLT wrap, a Hot Dog and some Mozzarella Sticks shared between me, Mum and Louise. Rebecca, Tom and the boys went for a sit down do at the bar.
Still no rain.
The afternoon unfolded pretty much as the morning did, around the pool not doing a great deal. It was lovely. I do love a full-blown theme park day but I am equally happy doing absolutely nothing. The trick is being able to switch between the two and behave accordingly. If we’re doing a full theme park day, then there’s a requirement to be up early and to be motivated to get around and do stuff. There is no mix-and-match here.
Dougie had another nap mid-afternoon once I had wheeled him around in his stroller for ten minutes and then rocked him to sleep in my arms in the hotel’s reception. Rebecca, Tom and Freddie took it as a chance to leave Dougie with us whilst they went into the sea for a bit.
With Rebecca, Tom and the boys only staying one night at the beach they were now room-less so around 5pm, we took the boys up to our room and bathed them. Rebecca and Tom went to have showers in Mum’s room, narrowly avoiding Mum walking in on Tom whilst he was showering!
We were all ready to go by 6.10 and we had an appointment at the baseball.
It was a short drive to the stadium and we paid $5 to park up.
As we entered, shortly after I had realised that all those tickets I had printed off back home were still sitting in Ryan at the hotel (I was able to scan the versions from my email), one very lovely gent on the gate gave Freddie a baseball, and then he met the mascot. It was a strong start to the evening. We’ve been here a good few times over the years and there is always a warm welcome from everyone working at the stadium.
We took our spot on the bleachers and settled in after a stop at the food window. It’s a complex business ordering food for seven people at a window in a noisy baseball park without any knowledge of the menu. I spent ten minutes shouting things at a man on the other side of the counter whilst people shouted things from the menu at me. We managed to get everyone something.
There is a slim chance that Freddie may have just demolished an ice cream just before this photo, as evidenced by the state of his mouth.
As the lights came on, the atmosphere changed and there is always something lovely about being outdoors at night, under the floodlights, in warm weather.
Rain was still forecast but refused to arrive.
During the game, Freddie managed to accumulate three baseballs. I’m not one to boast but one of them could have killed one or more of us as it flew towards us at ridiculous speed. It was only my natural ninja skills that allowed me to instinctively stand up and catch it/knock it away from everyone. Frankly, it did not get the recognition it deserved.
Daytona won by one run as far as we could make out. It was a lovely way to spend the evening but like a lot of things at the moment, it wasn’t quite as fun as the first few times we went. I have no idea if the omission has anything to do with the pandemic or anything specific but a lot of the fun and games between innings were no longer done.
We left at 9.00 and the rain finally came. This was timed perfectly for Tom’s drive back to Orlando. It was important he had the full, dark and rainy experience for his first long drive in the US. They dropped us back at the hotel, we said our goodbyes and they set off for the villa. We insisted they give us three rings when they arrived safely and they did around 10.30.
We retired to the hotel bar for a couple of drinks, watching the rain as we sat on the covered patio. Mum went off to bed. Being the big burly man that I am, it was Baileys for me. To be fair, there had been no dessert with dinner so it felt right.
Relieved that they had made it back to the villa safely, we went to bed around 11pm.
I slept in until a crazy 7.30am, had some breakfast and then started to pack for our move to Daytona. It was nice not to have to worry about Genie+ and LLs at 7am.
Everyone was going to Daytona today, but only me, Louise and Mum would be leaving the villa for good. Rebecca, Tom and the boys would be returning in a couple of days.
So packing the car wasn’t as stressful as it had been at the airport with fewer cases and we were off around 10.30. Annoyingly the weather was forecast to be a bit shit, but we had little choice but to press on with our beach plans as best we could.
It was a painless drive, with the sat nav taking us down the 429, which apparently saved us 8 minutes! About half an hour out from the hotel Freddie needed a poo so a pit stop was required. With no real clue where we were, I had to just come off at the next exit and hope there would be somewhere suitable very quickly as he could not wait very long.
We quickly found a gas station, so whilst Tom took Freddie to be emptied, I filled up with gas and Tom returned with a much happier Freddie and some snacks. Off we went, and as we entered Deltona, the rain came. The skies were depressingly grey and it didn’t seem that there would be much chance of pool time today. With that in mind, we were in no rush to get to the hotel and we stopped off for lunch at an Outback on the outskirts of Daytona.
It wasn’t busy (much like almost all of Daytona, as we would discover) and we were quickly seated and ordering –
Rebecca – Chicken Caesar Salad
Tom – Steak and Chicken
With my beach body in mind, I had the Aussie Cobb Salad
Louise – Bloomin’ Burger
Freddie – Steak from the KId’s menu
Mum – Burger
It was all very nice and the bill was $125.
With the weather still a bit drizzly and grey we undertook the short last leg of the journey to the Hard Rock Hotel at Daytona.
Mum’s room wasn’t ready which was a bit of a pain, so she came up to ours as we started to unpack. After a while, I went for a wander and called in at reception to ask if the room was ready and indeed it was not.
So we all went to explore the surroundings, having a sit by the pool and then walking down to the beach.
To be fair, it was warmer than it looks in that photo.
The braver youngsters had a swim.
and a paddle…
The kids loved it but I felt a bit unsettled due to the lack of room for Mum and the weather not being great. My persecution complex was in full swing, noting how the weather had been hotter than the sun for days and now as we moved into our weather-dependent part of the trip, it was bobbins. Well, not great anyway.
In an attempt to get into the swing of things I got a round of cocktails from the bar and a beer for me and we sat in the blustery but not cold conditions by the pool. Is it me or are all US bartenders a bit surly? They seem to look at me as if I am something unwelcome they discovered on their shoe and react with disdain at anything I order. Maybe the accent suggests they aren’t going to get tipped?
The rain came again so we retreated to our rooms (Mum’s now being ready) and rested for a bit before dinner. I had vague plans for us to head out somewhere to eat but the weather was crap, with torrential rain happening as we looked out of the front doors of the lobby and the kids were tired, so we opted to eat in the hotel instead. We were immediately seated in the Sessions restaurant and served by the excellent Fabian.
Freddie had Corn Dog
Tom started with Chicken Wings
Me and Mum shared Onion Rings
Louise and Rebecca both had blurry Mozzarella Sticks
I had Pasta for my Entree…
Tom. Mum and Rebecca all had the burger.
Louise, a Caesar salad
A very nice meal, if not spectacular. The bill was $285.
The kids needed bed immediately so they said goodnight and Louise, Mum and I stayed and settled up and were then not far behind them, getting to bed at a very Rock n Roll 9.30.
When first-timers ask for advice on going to Florida, those of us who have been a few times will offer many different tips, but I think the most common recommendation I see given is, don’t try to do it all, and take some rest days. This was, is and always will be good advice.
These holidays can be tiring. The long-haul flight, the heat and the walking are a lot. It’s understandable that first-timers want to book everything, do every park and fill every day, but down that road, unhappiness lies.
This is all just a preamble to justify us having another rest morning. Yes, we were tired but we also wanted to make it all the way to the fireworks tonight as it would be the last day in the parks for Me, Louise and Mum this trip and for Mum maybe ever.
Sadly I missed the 7am virtual queue window due to actually getting some sleep and waking at 7.15. How foolish of me to do so when on holiday and Disney is absolutely correct to enforce a pre-7am wake-up on your holidays. Whilst others played in the pool there was an episode in our bathroom that was more biblical event than ablution. I felt both worse and better for it in equal measure.
After pool time, thoughts turned to it being food time and we opted for a good old-fashioned Dennys breakfast. This place has been a staple of our visits since I first went in 1980. We trusted Google Maps to guide us to one and we ended up at Lake Magic.
Being a Sunday it was busy and we waited about fifteen minutes for a table. Other smaller parties were seated more quickly.
I had a Grand Slamwich.
Louise had a South West Eggs Benedict
Tenders for Freddie
Rebecca, Cinnamon Roll Pancakes
Tom had a Crepe, which was brave in a public restroom.
Mum had a French Toast Slam. You can see I just told her off for thinking about touching her food before I had taken the photo.
Our server was delightful. So with a very good tip all that was $137. It was now 1pm and we were off to Magic Kingdom. I had to amend the first LL I had made earlier as we were behind schedule!
We parked in Scar 423 and got a tram in. We were lucky enough to get on a tram that was pretty full and therefore was just about to depart. However, we sat there for ten minutes (there is zero exaggeration in that number) as a guest couldn’t collapse their stroller and despite endless requests from the Cast Member at the back of the tram, would not stop trying and move away behind the yellow line. Finally, he managed it and everyone was so happy for him, honest.
Rebecca delayed us further with a wee at the TTC.
We monorailed…
and made it into Magic Kingdom.
On our way up Main Street, we took advantage of Photopass, which we hardly ever do. I was mindful that this may be Mum’s last time at MK and wanted to record the moment despite all of our aversions to being photographed.
We won’t be doing that again in a hurry.
Our first LL was Small World and we caught the end of a show as we passed the castle.
As we made our way to the ride, I spotted some work underway around the castle so felt the need to capture it.
Our first ride of the day happened…
Next, we headed to Big Thunder for the LL I had booked whilst everyone else wasn’t having to worry about stuff like that. It was a hot walk and we broke it up by watching some of the passing parade.
Freddie, Tom, Rebecca and I rode Big Thunder.
Look, after all these years I need to try and find new things to take photos of ok?
It was now time for our no-expense spared ride on Seven Dwarfs Mine Train. Louise and I watched Dougie whilst everyone else rode. Tom’s pose was intentional, Mum’s not so much.
Around this time I got a text to tell me that an ECV had become available for Mum. So that Louise and I could ride, Tom “volunteered” to walk back to the entrance to pick it up. As you can see he had a whale of a time riding it back.
Space Mountain now for those brave enough to ride it. I got allocated the back seat in the rocket and noticed a considerable difference in comfort levels compared to the front. It was almost tolerable. As we exited I made a LL for Buzz. Today, all the Genie+ LLs were pretty much available for “now”. The park wasn’t that busy and maybe Genie+ could have been avoided, but again, this was a last-day situation so maximising our ride activity was good. Before we went onto Buzz, the boys met him.
That took a while and by the time they were done, I had to change the LL for the ride, but again, it was immediately available. I rode with Freddie and somehow he got 112,000.
Next, we wandered over to Jungle Cruise. I had booked this LL at 8am this morning. If ever a ride’s popularity was inexplicable. I guess it’s more the slow loading of this one that causes the wait times. Tom didn’t ride, instead, he took Dougie off for a walk to get him to sleep.
We don’t ride this one very often so I did chuckle at the jokes a fair bit.
Another immediate LL for Pirates was secured.
Louise stayed off with the now-sleeping Douigie.
Having no ADR booked for dinner and wanting to stay in the park for fireworks I scanned the app for options. Pickings were slim and we ended up with The Liberty Tree Tavern. It has been many decades since we dined there and expectations were not that high.
We did Philharmagic first. I sat out with Dougie.
Upon arriving at the restaurant we were seated as soon as those weak bladdered amongst us had restroomed.
Freddie took up the camera.
It was a set menu which saved us from choosing and meant the food arrived quickly. It was a salad and bread to start then a Thanksgiving dinner. We ended with Ooey Gooey pudding and the whole thing was a lot better than we had expected. We all really enjoyed it.
The bill was an “on-site, theme park eatery” level of $312.
We left and made our way down to Main Street, stopping off in the Christmas Shop.
We took up our usual spot here…
Happily Ever After started at 9.20.
All I will say is that there were lots of tears by the end of it. This was a special place for my Dad and everyone was affected by watching the fireworks and especially the music of course. I miss him.
We left via the normal monorail and caught a tram back to the car. It was a quiet drive home.
We were still waking early. Tom and Freddie were in the pool again at 6.30 making good use of the various inflatables we bought last night. Tiredness is just a state of mind, so I was up and ready to go and do a twelve-hour park day, but I could sense others feeling it a bit.
I suggested we abandon the plan for today, no matter the many hours I had spent pre-trip putting it all together. Ultimately, the consensus was that we would do half a day at Animal Kingdom and spend the morning recharging the batteries.
I went onto the app and got a LL for Flights Of Passage for late afternoon and booked us Genie+ to lessen the impact of our late arrival. We were rested, ready and out by 11.30. After a brief drive, via Sherberth Road and that dodgy U-Turn to the car park and we left the car in Butterfly 119 and were delighted to take our first tram of the holiday.
Tom had to walk it to the park as Dougie had fallen asleep and Tom didn’t want to take him out of the stroller to collapse it for the tram. He got there first.
At this late hour, there were no ECVs left for Mum but Freddie got a stroller again. We went on the wait list but were never contacted today.
We watched Divine for a little while…
before making our way in.
I had secured us Everest as our first LL whilst back at the villa and had booked Mum on too so she had little choice but to ride. Rebecca, Tom, Freddie and Mum rode first whilst Louise and I watched a sleeping Dougie.
Mum’s face upon their return suggested she was in no rush to do it again, but Freddie and Tom joined the standby which was only about twenty minutes whilst Louise and I rode via LL. We were front row baby.
One of the best rides on property and always a good way to start your day no matter what time you get to the park. You can’t beat a good old shot of adrenaline to wash away the lingering jet lag and theme park-induced weariness.
Dougie had woken up by now. As you can perhaps spot, it was incredibly hot.
Having got a grand total of one ride under our belts, clearly, it was time to eat. To be fair we had all eaten breakfast at some stupid early hour.
As we made our inevitable journey to the Yak and Yeti quick service, I booked us onto the Safari at 1.25. We undertook some effort, moving once, to secure a table in the shade. The heat today was incredible.
Rather than list out what we all had, it looked like this and cost $115.
Look, more salads!
We walked straight over to our Safari booking now, worked out the overly complex system for stroller parking and made it to the front in a few minutes. There was then some delay that we couldn’t fathom but nothing moved for a good ten minutes.
Freddie demonstrated the expected levels of patience for a five-year-old.
We waited so long that Mum had to make an exit for a loo visit that would wait no longer. Eventually, we were on.
Louise and I had a row to ourselves, which was handy as the family in front of us had some serious body odour issues going on so I slid to the other end of the row.
I of course took my usual array of magnificent photos. I shall let you marvel at them mostly uninterrupted by words.
Which one is called Neal?
The heat kept many animals hidden as expected at this time of day.
But these Rhinos were being very familiar.
There was no camera zoom involved here.
Obviously, the truck stopped with them being so close, which is why you are getting endless Rhino photos.
As we left the ride and picked up the stroller, restrooms, drinks, ice cream and shade were needed.
I had planned to get us into It’s Tough To Be A Bug before the next Lion King show, but with all our restrooming and snacking there was no time.
We had LL so we got pretty decent seats. Spot the member of our group who had a nap.
Dougie had clearly seen the standard of my safari photography and wanted no part of it.
I somehow resisted the urge to video the show. I have done so countless times, but the quality is so high I feel it is a waste not to. You were spared a Facebook live.
Freddie hadn’t been sold on the idea of watching a show before we went in, as it was not a “fast ride” but he loved it, clapping along and singing.
I’d secured a LL for the Navi River ride just before our FOP one so we just had a little time to kill before both of those. Not that we were hot and tired today, but we stopped for another drink and a sit-down.
We all had one of those fancy Slush things, with Louise opting for the one with alcohol.
Despite what it looks like, Freddie didn’t have the one with alcohol!
He was obsessed with the poppable things on top.
Off we went to ride the river. Everybody rode.
The Russell Brand animatronic at the end needs work.
Finally, it was time for Flights Of Passage and Freddie was excited.
We were on within about ten minutes, or at least into all the pre-ride pre-amble. It was great as ever, but Freddie’s 3D glasses kept slipping off so Louise and I, on either side of him, spent a good deal of time putting them back on and trying to hold them in place for him. They could do with different-sized ones for smaller flyers.
It was 6.20 now and we needed to head out of the park and head over to our booking at the Cheesecake Factory. Booking ahead is almost always wise as the wait without a booking was horrible.
First, the bread service. I am a big fan of bread. I just felt it important to let you know. Any restaurant that starts my meal with warm bread and butter is going to have to do a lot wrong after that for me not to return.
Louise and I of course shared the Nachos as our Entree. In recent trips, we have declared the Nachos here the best ever. Tonight’s were not. They were still very, very good and were cleared without any struggle but we hoped this was an one-off blip and when (if!) we ever return to Florida we shall of course give them the chance to redeem themselves.
Tom had Steak Tacos.
Mum had a Turkey Sandwich.
Rebecca, a salad. It only had 2,000 calories in it according to the menu.
Freddie had Spaghetti and Meatballs and Dougie, some Pasta.
Tom had two milkshakes, but to be fair that was because Dougie had most of the first. Dougie then proceeded to entertain the tables around us by smiling and waving at everybody for a bit. Chocolate milkshakes have that effect on most people.
We forced ourselves to order cheesecakes and not that it gave us a complex or anything, but the waiter sounded amazed when we said they were to eat now and not to take home.
I think my safari photos were better!
With wines for Louise, the bill was $300 with a good tip.
Dangerously full, we ambled out to the car and I struggled to operate it without regularly sighing and telling everyone how full I was. Forget your turning water into wine. The biggest miracle on God’s earth is performed by fat gets like me, by being hungry again by the next morning, despite fearing and hoping for imminent death to put me out of the misery of my gluttony.
We were in bed by 10. CVS called to make sure we were OK and I reassured them that we would no doubt see them very soon.
What do you mean we are creatures of habit and we nearly always do the parks in the order in which they were built? Surely everyone does that? As law dictates then, it would be Epcot today, but first, we had to wake up early and prepare some fine dining options for breakfast in the form of bagels, cereal and toast, as suited to everyone’s desires.
Yes, technically, yesterday we went to Hollywood Studios, but that was a tactical insertion just to see Fantasmic and does not count as a proper theme park day!
At 7am, I went to work on the app and secured Genie+, a LL for Ratatouille and a boarding group for Guardians. I regularly have less productive 8-hour days at work.
Tom drove again and got us safely to the Rocket area of Epcot’s car park, which was a new one to me. It left us with a long walk in and both Mum and Freddie got ambulatory aides today in the form of an ECV and a stroller.
We were headed for Soarin’ first and it was a walk-on, once we had parked up all our vehicles and decided on a sitter for Dougie, which this time was Louise.
Mum rode this one as it is her absolute favourite ride in WDW. Once we had collected all the vehicles and Louise and Dougie, we moved on to Journey Into Imagination.
It’s an odd day when you queue longer for this than Soarin’. Everybody rode.
It was 11.30 now and as Rebecca and Tom hadn’t had time for breakfast whilst getting the boys up and ready, they were in need of food now, so we opted for an early lunch. We decided to head to the new Creations place.
Epcot was looking very nice…
I found Mum a decent spot to park up her ride and waited whilst she did. It was up against one of the large windows of Creations, and the souls of the family eating on the other side of it almost left their bodies as Mum hit that window at full speed. She was still getting used to it, it is fair to say. Once inside, we found and dragged together a couple of tables and mobile ordered. It was burgers, chicken sandwiches and pizza for most and a salad for the odd folks.
Dougie, looking ready for a nap, had some milk.
I was one of the odd folks, with this “salad”.
It all came to about $120.
After lunch, Rebecca and Tom got a Joffreys coffee and a doughnut.
It was now time for our LL for Ratatouille so we had a long old walk up to France. It was incredibly hot which helped.
Once we finally arrived, Louise stayed off with Dougie whilst we rode. It was a first ride for Rebecca, Tom and Freddie and my second. A clever ride and a great addition to World Showcase. I just wish it had been closer to Future World today as we now had to walk all the way back down there.
At a kiosk along the way, Louise and Tom got themselves an alcoholic drink, which was strong enough to put us all in bed.
Mainly to benefit from the AC, we made a stop in the Creations shop, which, I’m afraid will never be as iconic as Mousegear. Still, it has some good stuff in it, and Freddie was treated to some awesomely expensive plastic tat.
Mum bought some Crocs and on the way to the till, almost killed a small child who crossed the path of her death machine at the wrong moment.
Enough shopping now and time for Mission Space and some idiot let Freddie choose which side to go for. It was of course Orange, whereas, after my salad, my vomit would be green.
Louise once again chose the sun over the ride and sat out with Mum, who still hasn’t forgiven me for getting her on Mission Space about a decade ago. She still feels queasy she says.
We had a LL but there was no standby queue to speak of.
As we emerged, with me feeling surprisingly OK, we found Dougie in the splash pad. Louise and Mum were there too. He had not been abandoned.
As you can see, he loved it. Freddie joined him for a bit.
Due to the incredible heat and being burned, amazingly from being exposed to the sun at every opportunity, Louise had stolen my cap. As a man with little protection in that area, I cannot afford to be capless for long so I wandered off to get myself a new one and whilst I was there I got Freddie a pair of Crocs to replace his now very wet trainers.
Next over to the Seas. Another walk-on for the Nemo ride.
We started to have a look around the Manatees and the various tanks…
I was fending off typical Freddie questions like “Why are there Manatees?”…he meant in the world, not so much the tank in front of us, when I was relieved to get a notification that our Guardians boarding group was called.
Another crossing of the park was made all the harder by the continued work in the middle of the park and we encountered about a half an hour wait to ride.
It is still awesome and I would say, this is the best ride on property. Again, a first for Rebecca, Tom and Freddie and they were all blown away by it. Our music this time was Tears for Fears.
Checking in on Mum and Dougie as we passed, we went straight onto Test Track for which I had secured a LL earlier.
This was Freddie’s car.
Louise and I did not manage to build one as our screen froze as my design skills clearly blew its mind. A ride enjoyed by all but especially Freddie and of course on the way out we stood beside some cars.
Dougie had fallen asleep whilst we rode, so we decided against doing Spaceship Earth on the way out of the park, which was where we were headed now. We dropped off the stroller and ECV and endured the long walk back to the car.
For tea tonight we were taking everyone to Ford’s Garage as Louise, Emily and I had enjoyed it on our last trip in January. We were seated immediately out on the patio. Freddie had some time with the camera.
Louise and Mum, not being overly hungry, just ordered the kettle chips.
Tom had a Chipotle Chicken Sandwich and Freddie a Cheeseburger with Tots
I, eventually, had Nachos. I think they forgot them to be honest and I had to wait a good ten minutes after everyone else got their food. They were worth the wait. Yes, they were large but I did only have that “light salad” for lunch remember.
Rebecca had an un-photographed Chicken Nachos.
Freddie went back to the camera.
The bill was….
On the way home we called in at Publix to get some pool toys and some “bits” that we needed. On one of these trips, at some point, we may be able to go a full day without the need for medial supplies or supermarket bits. We were back at the villa and in bed before 10pm.
Many years ago, we adopted a strategy of always having some rest planned for this day during a trip. After the mammoth effort of getting across the Atlantic, an early start the next day due to the time difference and a full-ish theme park day, by about now, it’s all catching up and attempting another theme park day can lead to unpleasantness.
Oh, yes, and I remembered after posting Day Two that I left out a celeb-spotting event. As we were leaving Big Thunder on one of the times we rode it, as we walked down the hill back past the entrance, walking up towards the exit I noticed a young girl and thought, “She looked a bit like Millie Bobby Brown”. Once we had all got back to Louise and Mum who had been waiting for us, Rebecca said “Did you see Millie Bobby Brown just then?”. Look, I know nothing will ever surpass my Mum and Dad chatting to Kevin Webster in Epcot but I thought it noteworthy.
There was nothing on her social media to confirm she was in Disney that day, but we did see Jon Bon Jovi on Instagram, posing in front of the Universal ball a few days later, so we assumed some sort of Bon Jovi family outing was going on. For those who don’t know or care, his son is engaged to Millie Bobby Brown, and for those who don’t have a clue who she is, her dad was married to Whitney Houston.
So without the pressure of having to be up to book anything I had a long lie-in, till about 5.45am. We breakfasted and then like Hobbits, went out for a second breakfast once Rebecca had suggested we go somewhere around 7.30. Freddie and Tom had been in the pool since about 6am, so they had that post-swimming hunger that only a vending machine kit kat and hot chocolate could satisfy when I was a kid.
Once we were all fit to venture outside, a momentous thing happened. I handed Tom the keys to the Kia and told him he’d be driving us this morning. This would be his first time. I thought it best he got used to it before having to drive back from Daytona later in the trip.
Here he is about to reverse off the drive, secretly thinking why is this idiot taking photos of me.
I had selected First Watch as our destination, as we had never done it and it often gets favourable mentions for breakfasts. The sat nav was set and it took us off down some back country roads that I had never seen in 40+ years of visiting Orlando. To his credit, Tom managed the wrong side of the road plus the twisty-turny nature of the journey very well. It was surprisingly rural being so close to lots of villa communities and there were many incredibly large houses.
It was all very delicious and much better than the first breakfast I had that day. With juices and coffees all round, it was $125 including a good tip.
It had been many hours since we had seen the inside of a pharmacy so off we went across the road, with Tom still piloting, to get whatever it was we apparently needed. Another $75 CVS have had off me.
On the drive home, I captured some of the country road I was talking about earlier.
Yes, Tom was driving, don’t worry.
Back at the villa we had some pool time for a few hours.
We all swam, read, relaxed and just chilled out a bit until about 2.30. Yes, there were plans to be adhered to. You don’t think I would allow a full rest day, do you??
I had booked a Fantasmic Dinner Package at the 50’s Prime Time. We were out by 3.15 with Tom navigating us to a park for the first time. Parking in Mickey 305, it did hurt a little to still have to pay $25 at 3.30 in the afternoon.
It was a scorcher today so we slowly walked in from the car park and then used the shops to have a cooler walk up to the restaurant. We checked in and were immediately called.
Many of the “old school classic” Disney experiences such as here and Whispering Canyon have been a bit watered down during and since Covid. Today, there were definite signs that Prime Time was returning to form. Much of this was down to our server, who despite being older than Yoda was hilarious. All around us, we could the servers really interacting with their guests as we all remember it, and it was great to see. Really good fun.
Our FDP gave us two courses and a soda each in the price, however, Tom and I ordered an extra “dessert” in the form of a milkshake which was worth every penny.
Not the best photo I have ever taken.
Luckily we hadn’t eaten much today so we had plenty of room for what was some surprisingly tasty fare.
Me & Mum – The sampler
Louise – Chicken Pot Pie
Tom – Fried Chicken
Freddie – Tenders
Rebecca – Chicken Caesar Salad
Dougie had Salmon from the kid’s menu which you can just make out in the photo above.
Most of us joined the club.
Having paid for one, we were all forced to have a dessert. Rebecca had something I can’t remember the name of.
Lemon Meringue Pie for the rest of us. My word it was sweet.
This was an excellent meal and experience, but the bill was an eye-watering £392, including an already-added 18% tip. Still, at least we had reserved seating for Fantasmic. What could go wrong?
As we left, Rise was showing just a 35-minute wait so we headed over there.
Louise, Mum and Dougie sat out whilst the rest of us joined the queue. As the wait crept up to the hour mark, I suspected it had been down and we caught it just after re-opening and of course, most of the park joined the queue at that point, plus all the LLs returned too. Still, it was good to ride it for “free”.
We reunited with the others somewhere around the Frozen sing-a-long and walked down to Tower of Terror which only had a twenty-minute wait posted.
We emerged to the rain we’d been expecting for a while. Hey, when we book a Fantasmic Dinner Package, rain is guaranteed. It was pretty heavy so we loitered in a restroom entrance, George Michael-like, for a while. When it slowed a bit we dashed to the shops to find Mum and Louise. We left them there again to go and do Star Tours which had no wait at all.
As we were walking back, announcements were being made about the weather and Fantasmic being delayed. We all knew what was coming, but as soon as we heard thunder and saw some lightning we knew it was game over and we left, once again having wasted a FDP. This was very upsetting indeed.
We endured a moist drive home and were all in bed by 10pm.
There’s a saying or cliche about being a Grandparent, something along the lines of it being great that you can play with the kids but then get to hand them back for all the hard stuff. This of course is true to some extent but the real joy of having grandkids is hearing them being up and about around 3.30am and knowing you can roll over and go back to sleep as that is Rebecca and Tom’s problem!
With the time difference and their age this was to be expected of course and Louise and I only managed to sleep on for another couple of hours or so. Everyone was up and pottering around once 5.30am rolled around. There was breakfasting, showering and playing with toys.
Whilst everyone else had fun I was chained to the Disney app come 7am trying to get a virtual boarding group for Tron, as today, of course, would be spent at Magic Kingdom.
I got group 68 and celebrated, with no clue as to how long we may have to wait for that to roll around. With gritted teeth, I also bought us all Genie+. There would be very limited time in the parks this trip for Louise, Mum and I, so we could take no chances. $115 later, I felt somehow much less happy about the happiest place on earth.
Once preparations were complete…
We left the house around 7.40am. Dougie was, understandably, a bit all over the place and was a tad grumpy. He was no doubt very tired from yesterday and his body clock very broken.
At this time of day of course we parked very close to the entrance…
in Jafar 309. This of course meant a walk-in and no tram.
There’s never time to mess about with the ferry on a first morning, so we headed up the ramp.
I went live on Facebook to record the monorail journey in. Having been so often, it’s nice to capture the moments not seen as the big ones, such as seeing the castle for the first time….
Gratefully, and with a bit of faff for a couple in the party who didn’t have Magic Bands, we were in. Naturally, two people needed the loo, so the rest of us went into the Emporium to resolve the Magic Band issue.
We wandered about, asked three different cast members but still could not find any. All we had seen were the new interactive ones which we didn’t need or want, but after giving up on finding the other kind Tom and my Mum shelled out for a fandangled new one.
It takes something special to stop me dragging everyone to a ride the second we enter the park, and that special thing today was Dougie getting his long-awaited first haircut in Magic Kingdom. Everyone met back up outside the shop just before 9am, waiting for it to open.
Dougie wasn’t really in the mood for the experience. Jet lag and tiredness were kicking his ass, as they say, but he did well considering and got it done.
You will notice me in the mirror expertly undertaking a dual phone recording with both mine and Louise’s phone. I appreciate that isn’t the focus of this video, but I thought I should point it out.
Once he was done, we were privileged to have the Dapper Dans come into the shop and sing a couple of songs to Dougie and the other youngster having their first haircut. It was lovely, although Dougie cried through a good chunk of it.
We left the choice of first ride of the day/holiday to Freddie and he chose the “Buzz shooting one” so we headed there. I had a LL secured for Big Thunder from 10.35 so I allowed it as it slotted in with the plan.
Standby was only five minutes and everyone rode apart from Mum and Dougie who was now asleep. I rode alone and cannot explain why I chose to sit on the left-hand side of the car, meaning I was shooting with my weaker left hand. My score reflected this bad decision. We shall not dwell upon it.
We were making our way in the general direction of Big Thunder but stopped off at the Indy Speedway. I cannot remember the last time I rode this, although now I write that I suspect I did so with Freddie on one of his two trips to date. As we queued (Tom, Rebecca, Freddie and I) I suggested Tom ride with Freddie and I would, like I last did about twenty years ago, ride with Rebecca. At some point in the waiting process, Freddie decided that wasn’t a good idea and he would ride with me. He didn’t want to drive though so I did.
I can report the smell is still as it ever was…..
As we left the ride and glanced at the app, I saw that Big Thunder had been down and as that had happened after our window to ride had opened we now had a “free hit” LL for any ride we liked during the day. I booked another LL for it starting at 11.30.
You can see with the ease of booking that second LL that crowds were not heavy today and we could have probably done without Genie+, but with limited park time and a one year old with jet lag, it did a decent job today of making things very easy. I of course still resent, with every bone in my body, having to pay for it.
As it was now shortly after 10.30, clearly, it was lunchtime. Blame our body clocks, but we were starving.
As it involved no further onward travel we decided upon Cosmic Rays and we all ordered on the app before going in and finding a couple of tables.
Dougie had sensed incoming food and roused himself.
Louise and Mum had a chicken salad thing and the rest of us were normal and had burgers and tenders.
There was poor photography and it cost $115.00.
With calories topped up we walked up to Big Thunder, and as you can see crowds were light.
Because I am superb at the whole planning and LL thing (not) I had somehow got us one for Haunted Mansion at some point during the morning so we all rode that.
We had a good chuckle at Freddie in the buggy ahead of us when the hitchhiker appeared. He was genuinely looking around to see where it was. It’s lovely when the “magic” is real.
As we finally got up close to Big Thunder, I captured the current state of Splash, as was.
Our LL allowed to us bypass a very hot 30-minute standby line.
Freddie and Rebecca were in the front row and Freddie absolutely loved it.
We regrouped with Mum and Louise who did not ride and headed to the recently booked Pirates. We all rode this one.
Freddie persuaded his parents into a sword purchase in the gift shop. We were all shocked to see it was only $10. I know it’s plastic tat, but in Magic Kingdom, I would have predicted a price closer to $20+ for that.
Our time to Tron was approaching so we made our way to the other side of the park, stopping at the castle to take some pictures.
Is it now that I’m supposed to ask if someone can remove the people from the background?
And if someone can remove my paunch too that would be lovely…..
With perfect timing, as we got to the Lunching Pad, the app told us to make our way to Tron. We left Mum and Dougie in the shade and we did the fairly long walk to the queue and waited about 30 minutes.
I have little memory of the ride as it is quite short, but very fast and a great addition to the Magic Kingdom.
We had a handy LL for Space Mountain next door so we rode that, with Louise opting out as she is smarter than I. The ride was pure pain an endless clenching. I will never learn.
Back with the others we found a table and had a bit of rest time. During which, I walked all the way to Columbia House to get a strawberry yoghurt thing that was pretty much the only suitable food item available for Dougie in the park.
With Dougie fed and watered, we moved on to Pooh. With a large group, it is helpful if you can coordinate your restroom breaks!
In the gift shop, Mum bought Dougie an outfit as his birthday gift and his Mum and Dad got him a soft toy just because.
As Freddie had declared it his favourite ride, he Tom and I walked up to Big Thunder again for another ride. Everyone else strolled down to Main Street as we were about ready to head over to Whispering Canyon for our ADR.
We all met up again on some benches by City Hall and had a welcome ten-minute sit down before heading out to find the boat. We were very early for our reservation, but we were all very tired now and decided just to head over and relax there for a bit.
We found some couches in the lobby and I booked in, explaining how early we were but after ten minutes our thing buzzed and we were seated.
We all had the skillet apart from Louise who opted to have the Nachos appetiser as her main. The server was OK, but too rushed and didn’t listen really, as you can hear in this video.
The experience here is still not close to its heyday, pre-pandemic, but it is slowly getting there. The fun and interaction that used to happen just isn’t there now/yet.
Tom was devastated to learn that they couldn’t do milkshakes, but the food was delicious.
It seems I failed to capture the skillet.
The bill, with an already added 18% gratuity due to our party size was $217.00.
We left and walked back to catch the boat and timed it perfectly with just a little last-minute pacey walk to get on one just before it left. The tentative and ambitious plan to go back into MK and watch the fireworks was abandoned as expected due to tiredness.
We monorailed and then walked back to the car, calling, as tradition dictates at a pharmacy for something or other before crashing into bed just after 8pm. That’s a first day for you.
Here we go again. I’m not sure if being locked into a perpetual cycle of writing trip reports is some form of heaven or hell, but here we are. The title of this trip was obviously derived from our touring party covering an age span of one to eighty-four. In fact, Dougie had his first birthday the day before we set off.
This day started like most travel days, with an early start. I never learn. I always set my alarm for the time needed to catch the plane, but Louise is up and about before that by some hours. It was 3.30 when I first looked at my phone. Not to worry though, we got to bed nice and early around midnight. It’s not as if these travel days are gruelling or anything and I’m sure this one will go very smoothly. Right?
I got up to sort the dogs out. They were giving me very confused looks as we stood outside waiting for them to pee. Even they thought it was early.
I emptied the kitchen bin, as I’m sure you all do when going on holiday, made my Mum a brew (she had stayed over at ours to make the getaway as simple as possible) and then showered and dressed. For reasons that do not need explaining I also took a little helper to get me moving in the bowel department. Look, I know that’s not the detail you need but I need to say it to explain how many times I go to the loo during this day.
I loaded the car and we were away at 6.10am after saying our goodbyes and don’t burn the house down to Emily. I was already feeling tired and the drive to the airport was a subdued one, with an undercurrent of excitement that accompanies any Flortida trip.
Even at this hour, the traffic was bobbins, and the infamous concrete tunnels where the M61/A666 meets the M60 presented the usual delays (one for the locals) but we pulled into the car park at 6.40. We were forced to use a meet and greet option as our usual T2 West car park was full. I don’t like the faff of leaving my keys etc and the last time we used this service it was a bit chaotic.
Today, it was much better. A smooth dropoff and no crowds waiting to drop off their keys.
Whilst we waited for the rest of the gang, Rebecca, Tom, Freddie and Dougie to arrive we got a Starbucks and Louise went to test the toilets. As she returned I felt the same urge and to cut a long story short by the time I had returned, everyone had arrived.
There was no queue at check-in and we were relieved and surprised to see us come in underweight. Our luggage that is. I can make no such claim for my BMI.
We had to walk down to the oversized desk, which I thought was harsh. I had lost a few pounds in the run-up to the trip. Turns out that was to deposit the huge bag containing the boys’ car seats.
Security as ever was bobbins. The queue was long, every traveller incompetent and the staff were surly and disinterested.
My Mum’s bag got pulled so we had to wait for her to be examined before we could proceed through to the terminal and some much-needed breakfast.
Taking the queue for breakfast as some sort of post-Covid recovery marker, things are looking up. We only waited a few minutes and even managed to get a table for all seven of us. By now, I am pretty familiar with it, but we looked anyway.
We ordered –
(Disclaimer – there are seven folks on this trip and often times I did not capture the exact names of everyone’s dishes. I have photos for most stuff, but sometimes due to being at the other end of the table, they aren’t great. What do you want from me??)
Juices and coffees
Me and Louise – The Full Works Sandwich
Mum – Scrambled Egg on Toast
Rebecca and Tom – Full English thing
Dougie’s pancakes are also visible in the above shot.
Freddie had this.
We gave Dougie some of his birthday presents for yesterday, the ones which were small enough to carry and might occupy him for a few minutes on the flight.
Freddie took some photos.
Dougie, you may notice, was waiting to get his first haircut on Main Street.
I made light work of my breakfast and the bill was £105.
Off I went to the loo again, but, you’ll be glad to hear, I felt much better for it. You? Not so much. All I’ll say is that I may never look at Stick Toffee Pudding in the same way ever again.
I met the others and we wandered duty-free for a bit. Sadly Louise could not find the perfume she craved. I wept for some considerable time. Tom got some aftershave and Freddie some Jellybeans. I’m not sure who did best out of the two.
WH Smith next for our flight essentials and I picked up a Marvel card game that Freddie had been admiring. It is my duty to spoil them!
It was already time to head to gate 204, which was a long old walk. When we got there Rebecca changed Dougie (his nappy, not for another child) and we boarded what would turn out to be a half-full (or half-empty) plane. Louise was looking forward to her flight time treat of peanut M&Ms. That was until it was announced that someone onboard had a serious nut allergy. She was gutted.
Rebecca noticed that her seat was broken and it would not stop reclining. They were moved to another empty section further down the plane. My Mum stayed with us. This meant everyone had more room and it worked out really well.
We pushed back at 11, taxied for about a week and took off at 11.25.
Drinks were served. On Aer Lingus, soft drinks are free, but alcohol is not. Complementary popcorn was soon demolished and not too long after that, our meals were served. Louise and I chose the peppercorn chicken. I am convinced whatever you choose it tastes the same. It was edible and filled a gap.
Freddie came to visit for a bit so we played with him enduring his never-ending query about our arrival time. He was excited.
I then popped down to see how Rebecca and Tom were doing and ate my ice cream whilst there. I then managed to get Dougie to sleep and returned, the conquering hero to my seat with four and a half hours to go.
I found a golf game on the TV so played that for a long time. The final snack arrived just in time to be eaten before we started our descent. I had a potato, spinach and cheese pastry. It would challenge any amount of Rennies to a duel and probably win.
We had a slow bumpy descent (great name for a band) and Louise embarrassed herself by screaming out a couple of times at some of the bumps. She’s better at flying these days but not totally comfortable.
We landed at 3.15 local time into Terminal C. Again, we spent about an hour taxi-ing to the gate and once released we walked up many ramps to the baggage claim area. If you didn’t know, in the new Terminal C you get your bags before immigration. A big improvement for those with strollers.
We had our cases in ten minutes and joined the queue to be immigrated. It took an age.
Now we had to make the long arduous journey over to Terminal A as that is the only place to pick up the Toll Pass thingy. Elevators, monorails and walking were experienced. We went to get the car sorted first and found the Dollar desk. Of course, out of all the hire companies on offer, only Dollar had any form of queue. Here started the worst car pick-up experience in my 40+ years of going to Florida.
There were three people serving and the queue contained about 15 parties, although nobody was celebrating. You have to question the processes and systems used to give someone a hire car when each one takes about 15 minutes minimum. It took over an hour to get served. Tom and I had left everyone else up near the Toll Pass booth thinking we’d just be a few minutes. We were visited by Louise to enquire what the hell was going on.
We were finally told which space to go to. We did not get the Toyota Sienna we had booked, but it was an 8-seater Kia. We always knew it was going to be tight but this was a nightmare.
To start, one of the middle seats had been removed from the car and left in the trunk. So we had to drag that out before we could try to get everything in. It took about 20 minutes to work out where to put the car seats, luggage and everyone else and then discovered that the car seat from the trunk was still sitting outside the car. I tried to ask men in High Viz vests what to do but few spoke English and none of them cared.
So I walked back to the Dollar booth at the top of the garage to ask for advice. I explained the situation and asked if we could leave that extra seat with them until we returned. The guy I spoke with reacted as if I had spat on his mother.
He literally called me stupid and said that was just not possible. I asked what we could do then. He didn’t really care. He said we could go and get a bigger car, to which I was open, but that meant another hour in the Dollar queue so I wasn’t doing that with everyone feeling exhausted and stressed. It ended in a shouting match in the middle of the Dollar garage. I don’t often lose my temper but I did here. I understood the problem was mine, but as this guy shouted over me, I was just saying, “Well help me then. What can I do?” I was tired.
He offered no suggestions and walked away from me. He has featured heavily in the review I submitted to Dollar when they emailed me asking for a review of my experience.
Somehow, we reconfigured things and got the seat in too. It was uncomfortable and maybe unsafe but it is hard to express the exhaustion and heat at this time and we all just needed to get to the villa. Tempers were frayed.
Then, as we waited at the gate to exit the garage, there was another delay of seemingly endless minutes as the staff member doing whatever they need to do was doing it at a snail’s pace.
Safe to say I would rather set myself on fire than use Dollar again.
At this point Dougie was inconsolable. He cried non-stop and around Lake Buena Vista we had to take a detour to find him some milk. We did so at the shop opposite Olive Garden at LBV. I nipped in picked up a bottle and went back to the car.
It was a few minutes later that I realised that the US have different colours to denote which milk it is. Blue, which is full-fat in the UK is some 2% nonsense and Dougie couldn’t have it. He had calmed down a bit by now and I stopped again at the 7-11 close to our villa to get him the correct stuff/colour.
A little traumatised by recent events we got to the villa at 7.30. It was lovely.
I nipped out to Publix to stock up and brought some pizza back for anyone who was still awake. It’s a shame that you are always so tired during these first shops as they are quite a significant and exciting milestone. You have done all the hard stuff and now comes the fun. Both the boys were asleep so the grown-ups ate too much pizza and then went to bed, glad to have today behind them.
With another trip done and written up, what the hell do I write about now? Hmmm…
Well, I like to plan, you know that, and I am fairly good at it, but where I find myself now, with the perfect synchronisation of the end of my latest trip report last Sunday, leaving just one Sunday free for a blog post to confess to you all that we are going again, was pure luck.
Yep, we fly out to Orlando again on Tuesday. We booked in late February and timing it perfectly, as far as these Sunday ramblings go, I unconsciously left myself the perfect one-week window to allow you all to collectively eye-roll at the news.
We really didn’t mean to go. I don’t mean that I fell over and landed on my keyboard, pressing several “Book It” buttons all at once. It was less accidental than that, but not by much.
As we returned from the trip you’ve just read about we had some tentative, back-of-the-mind intentions to maybe go on holiday, maybe to Orlando, maybe not, just Louise and I, around September time, but there was no planning going on.
For those who actually read this stuff and pay attention, you may remember that Rebecca, Tom and the boys had booked to go this April, but for boring real-world reasons, they had to postpone/cancel that trip. Well, we got chatting and the idea of all going together (alas Emily had used all her holiday entitlement on other trips with her boyfriend) at some point came up. Initially, as we often do we looked at non-US destinations. As ever, we inevitably drifted back to Florida due to its familiarity and the guarantee of it suiting us and particularly the boys.
We started looking for Florida trips at the end of August into September and spent many minutes laughing at the prices. When did the prices for school holidays become so ludicrous? We went for years at the end of August and we were skint! Hmm, maybe that’s why we were skint.
We then started to work our way back through the summer, trying to find dates that would work for everyone. To cut a very long story short, we had limited options and it ended up being May.
To be honest, May was probably too early for us, and certainly too early for Louise and another trip to WDW, but the carrot of being able to go with Rebecca, Tom and the boys and to see Freddie and Dougie experience Florida overcame all sticks easily.
The compromise was that Louise insisted that we spend a week at a beach. This kicked off the most complex trip I have ever organised, as a week at the beach wouldn’t suit a five-year-old and one-year-old, so I began the process of planning multiple itineraries within one holiday.
Flight-wise, the lowest cost was the order of the day, so Aer Lingus won this time and we are all in economy on the 16th of May. As we have a lap sitter in our party in Dougie, I was unable to book our seats online, but their WhatsApp service was excellent and that was sorted in minutes.
The basic plan was to get a villa for most of the stay, but Louise and I would go off to the beach for a week, with Rebecca and the crew joining us there for a night or two, before they would return to Orlando for theme parking. Alas, our favourite villa was not available for our dates, so we chose what we hope is the next best thing from Airbnb.
In a strange and not to be repeated turn of events Louise chose our accommodation at the beach. I had wanted to go to Vero but hens have more teeth than they had availability, so we opted for a previous destination in Daytona, and Louise did five minutes of searching and informed me we would be staying at the Hard Rock there. Rebecca, Tom and the boys would join us for a couple of days at the beach and then return to Orlando and the villa.
Then, to finish off the trip, and to use up the three-day park passes still owed to us by Hurricane Ian, we booked to stay at our usual place, Royal Pacific at Universal.
I secured us a mini-van and would later return to the issue of how Louise and I would get back from Daytona to Orlando as Rebecca and Tom would be taking our main car back to Orlando with them.
It was about a week after sorting all this, (which I have massively over-simplified above by the way, please show some respect for my planning skills), that Louise and I chatted and thought we should invite my Mum along. Clearly, the complexity of the trip was not sufficient to test my planning expertise.
Mum took a little convincing, unsure about undertaking her first trip without my Dad, but was soon on board when we asked her what Dad would have said! It’s been a while since she has been to Florida and for her and let’s face it for all of us, who knows when that trip might be your last. They are physically demanding so making hay in the sunshine is important.
So I then went about adding Mum to the flight and messaging Aer Lingus to change all our seats again from two sets of three to a four and two, booking her a room at Daytona (she will come with us to the beach) and finally adding her onto our room at Royal Pacific. We will share for the few nights we are there to avoid huge expense.
Park tickets and then of course park reservations were bought and made for all.
One of the most complex issues now presented itself. The car.
With seven people now on the trip and with car seats and strollers and oodles of luggage, the standard seven-seater van we had reserved would not cut the mustard. With every seat taken, there was just no way we would fit all that into the thing. That kicked off a ridiculous amount of time looking at alternatives, some of which would involve me getting my HGV licence, but the answer was presented by Rebecca, who suggested I look at what car we got the last time we had 7 people on the trip.
Finally, I found a use for my obsessive trip reporting and went back to that trip and found the make and model of what we had. On that trip, we also had a stroller and all that goes with a small child so we could be fairly sure it would all fit.
Of course, none of the main car hire sites listed this 8-seater Toyota Sienna, so I reached out to Andy at Discount Florida Car Hire, who I had booked with and explained our predicament. He was incredibly helpful and located one and secured it for us via Dollar. What an 80’s pop duo are doing in the hire car business I do not know.
Hopefully, we are all sorted now as I didn’t fancy driving a 12 or 15-seater thing, especially as Tom would be driving it around for a week during his first time driving in Florida.
I have even booked the three beachgoers a car for a few days in Daytona, crucially giving us a means by which we can drive back to Orlando. For our first two days in Daytona, we will all be together with Rebecca, Tom and the boys then driving back to Orlando at the end of day two, after watching the baseball, which we have always enjoyed in the past. Once the three of us are done with Daytona a few days later, we will drive back to Orlando, drop our hire car at the WDW car centre and have Tom pick us up before heading to check in at Universal.
So, I think that’s everything?? Still with me? Complicated isn’t it?
If anyone still has any appetite whatsoever for another bloody trip report, and even I barely do, I’ll be back here in June popping another one out. I can only apologise.
As ever, the Mkingdon Facebook page is your source of any live updates during the trip and I’ll see you back here in June if you can stomach any more of the same old guff.
So here we are, another travel day back to the UK after what had been a lovely couple of weeks with some new experiences, plenty of memories and emotions and of course a few more pounds than we arrived with accompanying us home.
To start the very long and tiring journey right, I had a crap night’s sleep. Too much food, eaten far too late and my middle-aged body punished me accordingly. I was awake for good at 6. We chatted to Rebecca for a bit and at around 7 we started to (literally) get our shit together. There were showers and endless packing with a nice sprinkle of sadness thrown in.
When we were nearly done I went out onto our balcony to soak in the view for one last time. I genuinely got angry at those folks breezily going about their day when we had to go home. I was envious of them being able to stay when I could not. Having indulged my inner toddler for a few minutes I went back inside, crammed the last few things into a bag of some description and bang on 10am we left the room. Have I mentioned that I was sad?
I walked out to the car and drove it back to the entrance to load people and cases into it. We were Disney Springs bound for the traditional last-day panic buy of gifts that we had nowhere to put. Fortunes were spent, mainly in the World of Disney. My mood when making my notes (whilst sitting at the gate in a few hours from now) was bleak and therefore detail is scant.
We were done by 11.30 and after a fuel stop on the way, we made it to The Cheesecake Factory for our farewell, overeating bonanza. We had not booked and there was no wait as it was midday on a Monday.
As we settled in preparing to order our Nachos, our server delivered news more devastating than our impending return to the UK. A broiler was broken and this meant several dishes were not available. This included our beloved Nachos. Tears were shed, furniture thrown across the restaurant and violence brought upon those responsible.
Once the dust had settled we ordered alternatives, which to be fair, were excellent.
I had the egg roll sampler
It was probably one of the nicest things I had all trip.
Emily – Macaroni Cheese Balls with fries.
Louise – Quesadillas and fries.
We all forced a cheesecake down, but my notes are so poor for today (that always seems to be the case for the travel home day) I did not note what each one was.
Louise had a couple of wines and the bill came to $140. We were still sad but now full, which marginally improved the situation. I say marginally, as I cannot remember feeling so sad to return home, but that was probably more a memory thing.
It was a little early to be heading to the airport so we just sat in the car for half an hour in the car park feeling overly full and whistful.
Eventually, we drove to MCO, and did a painless car drop (I was very sad to let that car go, I loved it). Check-in was very quiet, swift and incident free followed by the exact opposite at security as ever. Forty minutes to get through there before we could monorail out to gate 83. We sat and waited and I visited the shop as I needed a pen and something to read. The only pen in the shop was $20 so that was a nice kick in the nuts to round the day off nicely. We got some drinks, waited some more and then boarded.
At that point, my notes stop and I have zero recollection of the flight home. I think I may have slept for a decent chunk of it, but it did not make the re-entry into normality any less horrific.
We were soon home, and happy to see the various animals again.
Returning to the UK is rarely a good thing after a Florida trip. Doing so in January, to the bleak mid-winter horrors of the weather does not help.
The trip was a good one with many firsts. I thought Caribbean Beach was great and the Skyliner a marvel. I just wish we could have used it more. I would stay there again for sure.
The parks this January were much better than the previous one. Things were still busy and our greatest frustrations seemed to centre around Hollywood Studios which seems impenetrable without Genie+. All the other parks were OK, putting aside the absolute insult of having to pay extra for Genie+ of course. Things seem to be settling a little and maybe the pent-up demand post Covid is running out of steam now. Either that or the extra costs and the state of the world’s economy are just now starting to curtail visitor numbers.
I seem to have created an impression that we disliked the cruise. This could not be further from the truth. We were often in awe at the experience (including the alcohol expenditure!) and our lack of research and abundance of ignorance saw us fall foul of a few beginner’s pitfalls. We thoroughly enjoyed the whole experience and took away some valuable learnings should we ever do one again.
So the latest in a flurry of recent trips comes to an end. Who knows when we may return? 🙂
Thanks as ever for reading along. I am increasingly amazed that you still do and it is appreciated.
To be nothing if not consistent I was awake by 7am. This Disney-imposed alarm clock to book stuff was training my body nicely.
Louise had not slept at all and was not feeling fit to be up and out in a theme park anytime soon. Emily and I got ready and left her to recover some sleep and kitted out with Genie+ and a LL reservation for Splash Mountain at 1.05 on its final day, we set off.
We arrived and parked up in Simba 116 by 9am and used the car locator thing in the app as we had for most of the trip. A handy tool for tools who can’t remember where they parked.
The park looked busy but we saw that Big Thunder was only showing a 25-minute wait. Despite not believing that at all, we headed there anyway. Once we got close to Frontierland it quickly became clear what sort of day this would be in this neck of the park.
We fought our way through that and round to somewhere close to the entrance to Big Thunder and its 25-minute wait. Yeah….
Amazingly, we were on the ride in about half an hour.
Having obeyed the rule that a ride must be ridden upon entering the park before eating is allowed, we now sought out some food. Again, options were very limited and we ended up back at Sleepy Hollow.
I mobile ordered and we loitered in the vicinity. Having done that for a bit I looked at the app and realised I hadn’t clicked the “I’m Here” button, so I did that now like the idiot I am. After another ten-minute wait, our food was ready and then there was a ten-minute wait at the pick-up window. Emily had pounced on a table as one became free and I joined her now with the food.
As I got there there was a kerfuffle going on at the next table. Once it had all calmed down Emily filled me in. It seems that some weird lady, bedecked in her Disney nutcase outfit had walked into the seating area and declared loudly that due to medical conditions, she had to sit down so who could she join. Some helpful, and now regretful family had obliged. As she sat there an ECV user at the next table had reversed somewhere close to her and this lady had then kicked off as if someone had firebombed her house.
She was yelling at the whole party about irresponsible ECV users and how she could have been killed etc. I caught the tale end of the row and she was just bloody nasty and horrible. She stormed off much to the relief of the poor family who had accommodated her and the young girl in the ECV was inconsolable. Some people are just horrible.
We started to eat as all this played out and therefore, alas, the camera was too late.
I had made a LL for Buzz despite the distractions going on around me and we headed there now. My tactic for today was to simply book whichever Genie+ LL was available soonest and see how that went. It was BUSY today.
The LL queue for Buzz was not short but we were soon on.
In front of us were a couple of young parents with four kids. It looked like they were under attack, with kids hanging around necks, being dragged along the floor and screaming and crying. I felt sorry for them and grateful it wasn’t me in equal measure.
I managed to secure my highest-ever score but have no idea how.
Emily could not compete on this occasion.
As we exited I booked a LL for Ariel and walked in that direction. We browsed a shop or two until our slot rolled around.
Once our slot opened we were on within minutes. I am far too mature to be making any jokes about Ariel’s slot opening up…..that would just be in poor taste.
The 12 o’clock parade had started minutes ago over in Frontierland so we walked down through the castle, to catch it around the hub…
You can see from the blur how fast we were travelling as I took that photo. With just Emily and I, we were in full-on theme park commando mode.
Whoosh…
We grabbed a spot up the side of the castle on one of the ramps.
As we waited for the parade to arrive we watched with amusement the endless number of Instagrammers posing for photos in front of the castle. Typically a young, pretty girl getting their less attractive friends to capture their “natural” poses in front of the castle.
The view from here is great, especially if your camera has a decent zoom.
Ariel appreciates a good fork…..
Peter was just showing off….
I didn’t know Harry Styles was a cast member….
As Mickey and Minnie passed us we escaped back up through the castle and headed for the LL I had booked for It’s A Small World. On the way, Louise messaged to say that she had just arrived on the bus and would be with us shortly.
After some recent social media hoohah about the boats on this ride we noted they were all scrubbed and shiny.
After meeting Louise, with perfect timing we headed for our LL for Splash and one last ride. The LL queue took about 30 minutes and it will not shock you to learn that we were all very thoughtful and a little upset about my Dad, with whom we had ridden this thing countless times. It being this ride’s last day, for some reason, brought back many memories and feelings.
The standby queue was horrific.
I went live on Facebook to share our last journey on this, Splash’s last day. Luckily we secured the front row for a clear view.
Emily cried all the way around and it took some effort not to join her.
Lunch now and we used the “what is closest” rule to select our eatery, and we entered Pecos Bill, which was a surprise to him.
Emily had previously enjoyed the best Impossible burger ever here on a previous trip so of course Disney had removed it from the menu now. She had to settle for just Chips and dip whilst Louise and I had nachos.
After enjoying those we walked down to Philharmagic which had no wait time posted.
After the show ended, it was coming up 3pm and time for the parade….again. We returned to the same spot as earlier, this time with Louise in tow.
More influencer gold was happening.
What do you mean you’ve had enough parade photos already???
Ariel sees me in the crowd and hopes I am single….
But then spots my wedding ring and her hopes are dashed….or maybe it was all just an act…
Alright love, don’t over do it.
Amidst all the influencer nonsense, one little chap there deserved to have his photo taken as much as he liked….
Again, once the last float had floated by, we escaped through the castle.
As it had just re-opened, we, well I, decided we would ride the train. We went to the station near The Barnstomeer but restrooms were required by weaker members of the group so I had a wander into the Big Top shop thing. It is a shadow of its former self and half-empty. This used to be a great place to see and buy a large range of merch.
The queue for the train was long and we had to wait for the second one before we could get on.
We did a full loop of the park plus one stop, getting off at Main Street.
We took a minute and watched the flag lowering ceremony.
Whilst enjoying these.
Our next LL was for Haunted Mansion at 6.20 so that was our next destination. One the way, to kill a little time until our slot rolled around we rode the Steamboat for the first time in about 20 years.
For anyone interested, I dug out the video of some of that 2001 ride.
Onto Haunted Mansion and a ten-minute wait for our LL booking.
There are a lot of contenders for “worst photo Craig ever took” but this will be top 5.
Maybe 6 now…
OK, 7….
Louise didn’t fancy Space Mountain so Emily and I went on whilst Louise wandered down to Main Street. It gets rougher every time, which seems to correspond with me getting older every time I ride.
We walked down to meet Louise on Main Street to say our goodbyes for this trip. We never know when we’ll be back….
Fighting back a few more tears we made our way out. It was a quiet walk to the resort monorail to start our journey over to O’hana.
Emily had stopped crying by the time we got there.
We checked in and were seated after a few minutes. We didn’t get a great table but food was imminent so that was all that mattered.
The food was certainly plentiful….
We ate far too much of it and at one point the fireworks happened at Magic Kingdom and the music was piped in. Our table location made it hard to appreciate that.
Mainly as Louise ordered a bottle of wine at a silly price, the bill was $320. Far too much for a meal for three people, and despite the volume of food I wouldn’t say we were blown away by it.
We paid, left and took the long way around the monorail all the way back to the TTC. A tram was waiting for us which was considerate and we found the car and undertook the sad drive back to the resort for the final time.
Louise and Emily went straight to the room leaving me to get some water from the shop. I got to the room to find them in the corridor as their magic bands wouldn’t open the door!
Packing would be left until the morning as bed was badly needed.
So we are back at WDW and the cruise is done. Not that my opinion matters but I realised I didn’t summarise our thoughts on our first cruise experience, so here goes.
It was very good.
Now, shall we move on? Oh, OK, some detail….
Well, many folks predicted we would fall in love with it and never want to do any other type of holiday again, and to be honest, we didn’t. We thoroughly enjoyed it, and there were some highlights and things we will never forget, but it did not grab us by the short and curlies.
The ship’s sheer size, scale and impressive nature were mind-blowing. It oozes quality and is relatively new, so everything is in pristine condition. The cast members were awesome and could not do enough for us and Cataway Cay was everything we hoped it would be. A real paradise destination. The entertainment was first class and our evenings in the piano bar were just lovely. We felt privileged to have been able to experience it all.
The bits that weren’t for us…
Sharing a table for all our evening meals. I know we sound anti-social and miserable, but that’s probably because we can be. I have to make small talk with people I don’t know or in some cases, really like at work all year so having to do so on holiday felt like hard work at times. Our table sharers were lovely of course and we had no problem with them at all, but the food on our holidays is very important to us and being able to relax in our own company and enjoy it is a big part of our trips.
Queues for food. We expected it and this had been a big reason we hadn’t cruised before. It wasn’t too bad at all, but it felt a bit “holiday camp” at breakfast and I am too weak and unfit to be fighting for my food.
The food. Honestly, everything we ate was lovely. However, the selection was limited and a bit repetitive over the course of the cruise. You know how much we base our trips around food, so a small menu of basically meat, chicken or a veggie option every night wasn’t perfect for us.
Now, of course, having done one, the next time would be much better as we would have some clue about what we were doing. Would we ever do so? I probably would as having just moaned about it above, I really do miss elements of it and would like to try it again. Louise is less keen and is very Disney’d out after a lot of recent trips so if we do a cruise again it would likely not be a Disney one. Although that worries me as all the other ships we saw looked like second-hand rust buckets compared to The Wish!
I am really glad we did it and feel lucky to have been able to, and if the chance presents itself I would definitely say try it.
Now, where were we?
Ah yes, in bed, having a lie in after a long tiring day yesterday. The plan said today was to be a day by Stormalong Bay, alas the weather prevented that being an option as it was bloody chilly. So we would need a plan B. Whilst Louise stayed in bed, Emily and I went down to the Marketplace and got a couple of breakfast sandwiches and a coffee each and had those in the seating area in the shop. We took breakfast back to the room for Louise who was now up and about.
We weren’t sure what to do and with precious time now left on our holiday we did not want to waste a day. Deciding against shopping, we opted for some mini golf and made a bee line for Fantasia Gardens which was handily placed just over the road.
A mixture of tiredness and incompetence saw us miss the entrance for that and have to carry on down the road for ages before finding somewhere to turn around. As the turning around place was Blizzard Beach we decided just to park up there and do the Winter Summerland course. It did not look too busy…
However, as we checked in we did see a fair few folks waiting to play so we had a wait of around half an hour.
We found ourselves a table to sit at and watched the ants carry huge chunks of food around whilst we chatted.
The game was great fun. It had been many years since we had played over in Florida and we were all glad we did.
Trivial things like who won or lost did not matter. What was important was having fun together and that is all I will say on the matter.
Once we were done and I had snapped my putter over my leg and thrown it in the bin, we drove over to the outlets that are Premium at Lake Buena Vista. As ever parking was harder than a moon landing but eventually we stumbled across a car pulling out and started in Gap, getting Dougie a cute Disney outfit. There weren’t too many shops in this part of the mall (we had parked over the road from what I consider the main bit) so we went over there and again luckily came across someone leaving and parked up.
For reasons nobody can explain Louise bought a handbag. It will look nice sat next to all the other new handbags stuffed into our wardrobe back home.
I was hangry at this point and food was required. I decided that we would go to Ford’s Garage, as I had heard many good reports about it.
I had booked us a table on their website as we pulled into the car park, but we would have been seated immediately anyway. I just couldn’t take that risk in my state of hunger.
We were not messing about here. We ordered an appetiser each, much to the incredulity of our server.
I had the pretzel rolls to start
Emily, the Fried Pickles
Louise, of course, Nachos
Then I had a Burnt Ends Sandwich
Emily the Veggie Burger
and Louise a Chipotle Chicken Sandwich, the most enjoyable part being Louise trying to say Chipotle when ordering it.
Apologies for the blur…
We were so full it hurt and we left short of $170 which included a large tip.
Our planned end to the day was over at Magic Kingdom to watch the fireworks. We trammed in during the lovely dusk…
We had no intentions or plans to do anything but the fireworks so we just sat on a bench near the flag at the bottom of Main Street and people-watched. I wandered off over to Joffreys near Space Mountain to get some drinks and I would wager good money that was the longest queue of the whole trip.
Other than that we just watched Main Street be awesome as it went dark.
Our selected viewing spot was 99% due to its proximity to the exit and 1% due to the view, but it still wasn’t bad.
We saw a proposal….
and just enjoyed being here….and thought about those who couldn’t be.
I had a wander into the fire station on the way back from a wee….
And got ready for the show…
Emily is always in bits during these things but I admit that I too got the same way on this occasion, thinking about my Dad, and how much he loved the Magic Kingdom and the fireworks. I missed him a lot at this moment.
We were turned and headed for the exit on the b of the last Bang and were so quick off the mark we could get on the pleb monorail with no wait and did not have to resort to the resort one.
The journey out was subdued yet painless and after getting some water from the shop in the lobby at the hotel, we were tucked up in bed and asleep in no time.
Today started with a 6.45 alarm. Yay for being on holiday. Was this early rise required for onerous cruise departure activities? No. It was required as Disney think it’s OK to have their guests be awake at 7am in order to get on some rides at additional expense. Have I said I don’t like this?
As 7am rolled around I secured a Guardians virtual queue group and a LL for Remy. We were headed for Epcot once we got back to Orlando so I was sorting out all the admin related to going to a theme park.
We rose, showered, dressed, and packed our final bits into our hand luggage before heading for breakfast at 8am. We were eating in the Roy Disney restaurant.
We started with pastries.
I also had muesli as I am all about healthy eating.
You can tell we were dining alone now as my food photo game is back on point.
For balance, I also had French Toast.
Louise had what I wrote down as “scramble”. Make of that what you wish.
Emily had Eggs for the Road
It was all very, very nice and it made us a little sad that we hadn’t managed to get breakfast here earlier on the cruise.
We said our farewells to Edi, our server and went to sit in The Bayou until our group number was called to disembark. I Facetimed my Mum whilst we were waiting and gave her a brief tour of the ship.
We left the ship at 9 and it took about fifteen minutes to queue to get through customs.
We were soon back in the car and we had a smooth and painless drive back to Orlando. It took one hour and ten minutes until we pulled up at The Yacht Club.
We dropped our cases at Bell Services and headed out towards Epcot.
I do find it hard, no matter how often I try, to express my love for this place.
It felt good to be back in my spiritual, yet expensive home.
We stopped for a drink by the pool where we were joined by this delightful lot.
We continued our walk to the park…
arriving just after 12. We started our journey of the countries in the UK and as always tends to be the case, after a swift breeze through the shops, left again. This pavilion needs a show or a ride.
Then, O Canada.
The show may have changed, but thankfully, for their sake, Disney saw fit to retain the song and I soaked up every second of it and I think I even went live on Facebook to inflict it on others too.
We continued around the showcase heading now for Mexico. The queue at the Margarita stall could have benefitted from Guardians’ style virtual queue. It was enormous!
There were similar scenes inside the pavilion for the Tequila bar too. It may have passed me by in previous times as we were busy with small kids but the Epcot alcohol thing seems to have really become a thing in recent years.
We did our duty and rode the Three Caballeros ride.
I was feeling a little peckish at this point, having only had the three courses for breakfast, so I got an Apple cake thing from the Norway Pavilion bakery. It was pure filth in all the right ways.
We wandered on through the countries until in Italy, we got some light bites. I was served by a CM called Guiseppe (yes really), who was so good looking he made me reconsider my life choices.
Freid Mozzarella and Ravioli.
We found a quiet spot to eat them.
I honestly don’t think I had ever noticed that there was a ship here before.
We were joined by a very friendly seagull, hopeful of some pasta, but he was scared away by some idiot teen who thought chasing it was a fun activity. What is wrong with people?
We browsed around Italy for a while and then it was time for our Guardian’s return time. Yes, we were the furthest point possible away from it!
We stopped off sort of on the way at Journey Into Imagination to look in the shop for a Figment T-Shirt that Emily wanted. We were a little surprised to find hardly any Figment merch there.
We entered Guardian’s at 2.30 for Emily’s first ride. This time we got Tears for Fears as our soundtrack. This ride just makes me smile all the way around. It is tremendous fun.
I have to admit to feeling a little dizzy afterwards and we had ten minutes on a bench people-watching.
Now, our slot for Remy was close and yes, we were the furthest possible point away from that too. We set off on the long walk to France.
After a long wait since it opened and a few failed attempts, we finally got to ride it.
It is a very clever ride and I am glad we did it. I am resentful that we had to hand over a load extra dollars to do so but such is the way at the moment.
Having not watched “the film” in France since the old one years ago, we stopped into the Beauty and The Beast sing a long show and despite the low numbers made our way to the end of the row.
We now made our way back to Italy for our dinner reservation at Via Napoli.
On the way, we paused in Morocco to watch the belly dancer there. This was always a favourite with my Dad and not for the first or last time this trip, he was in our thoughts.
We checked in and were seated after about ten minutes. We had a table at the back of the restaurant.
We had a great server and great food, as always tends to be the case.
I had a beer flight.
We ordered –
Emily – Mozzarella and Tomato salad….
White pizza
Louise – Same starter, then four cheese pizza
Me – Rice Balls (but CVS would have a cream for that)
Piccante pizza
Something weird happened as we were ending the meal. Our server, out of nowhere asked Emily if she was a cast member or used to be and she said yes. He chatted with her about folks he had known from the UK pavilion and a load of other stuff and we never worked out or asked how on earth he knew that. We did ask if he recognised her but he said no.
Anyway, he then proceeded to give us a cast member discount and I responded with a very large tip.
We left at 6.30 and headed for the theatre at the America pavilion to watch the Broadway show.
I am always staggered to find these things are not packed out hours in advance. They are superb, but we are big musicals fans.
Tonight’s show was from a husband and wife duo. He had played Tarzan and she was in the Newsies Broadway show. The songs they chose weren’t particularly known to me, but we enjoyed them very much.
We were all flagging a bit now. It had been a long day. We walked back to the UK pavilion to catch the 8pm show from Command Performance. We found a bench thankfully and despite the band striking up and almost frightening a poor rabbit to death, the show was great if not a little short. It was empty when we arrived but very soon filled up.
We let the crowd disperse before making the short journey to the bridge and our usual firework-watching spot. I think you know by now that I was not the biggest fan of Harmonious and again as much as I could appreciate the technical skills of the show, it felt devoid of any soul and feeling. It was just random clips of songs with no real theme or message. I appreciate I may be trying to give a fireworks show too much gravitas here, but Reflections of Earth did it and spoiled it for all other fireworks shows.
I spared you the usual collection of blurry fireworks photos.
We walked slowly back to the resort and asked Bell Services to send our cases up to our room. Once we got there I realised that I had a distinct lack of cash for any tip. I cobbled together a few dollars in coins and handed that over sheepishly to the poor chap who delivered our bags.
Today was our day at sea, which ironically means there will not be much for you to see and read about. We had a slower start to the day than yesterday with nowhere to be anytime soon and we did not surface until after 9am!
We went for breakfast up at Marceline. We had by now discovered that you could have a sit-down breakfast in some restaurants but our lie-in meant we had missed those by now.
By now we had also discovered tables out on the deck so we found one of those to eat at after sourcing some food from one of the food stations. A bit of queuing today but nothing too bad.
I forget how, but we learned that the boat had made an unscheduled stop during the night somewhere around Miami to let off a cast member with health issues that needed a hospital.
Breakfast was very tasty, and I shall not disclose how many plates were involved.
Trying to figure out what that coastline was defeated me. My sense of direction and geography are woeful.
We left this lovely location to go to another up on deck 14 to find some sunbeds. It didn’t take us long to work out that the first ones we chose were not right as the sun was shining on the opposite side of the ship so off we toddled to some beds around there.
Everything was idyllic for a good while until a multi-generational Brummie family arrived on deck and began shouting conversations from one end of the deck to the other. It’s not that I am anti-social, I just don’t like people much, especially those who think anyone else needs to hear their conversations.
Throughout the day we ordered drinks, including a bucket of water bottles as the temperature was a scorcher today. There were a few coolings off in the shower/pool when the sweat hit places long unseen.
Mid-afternoon I went down to the Inside Out themed ice cream parlour. I got three tubs, each with three scoops in for just $19. I asked the CM to repeat that at the till as I wasn’t sure if he’d said $90. I would have been shocked at the latter but not as much as I was at getting all that, on a Disney cruise for $19. The bargain of the cruise and the contents were awesome too. Clearly, I had now been conditioned to Disney cruise prices from all the rounds of drinks we had bought.
Emily had retreated to the shade, beaten by the temperatures today.
Me – Rocky Road
Emily – Chocolate
Louise – Cookies & Cream
We made it until 4.30pm before letting the sun win, as it was showing no signs of going anywhere. We made our way back to the cabin for showers and some packing.
The characters were out and about.
The way checkout works, and that was what we’d be doing in the morning, you have to leave your cases outside your cabin the night before. Not ideal, but understandable. It would be chaos if every guest were dragging their luggage around with them.
At least we got all that packing out of the way now and we left the cabin at 5.45 headed for the Aladdin show in the theatre. We ordered some drinks and took a seat right at the back of the circle upstairs.
The show itself was great and we really enjoyed it, or would have….
but we left the theatre with mild PTSD after the utter chaos and lack of manners displayed by almost every guest around us. Unsupervised kids next to Louise were throwing food and drinks on the floor and constantly standing up, shouting and walking around. A family a few rows in front of us always had at least one of their number standing up, leaving or coming back to their seats. It sounds very first-world problems and it’s difficult to write down just how rubbish the experience was, but they need more CMs in the theatre to watch out for this stuff. Clearly, some people just don’t know how to behave in a theatre.
With the show over, we retreated to The Bayou for a calming beverage. We took the only table available right in front of the currently empty stage but this was a huge stroke of luck. Not long after this, the band turned up.
They were called The Wishes and their first set was full of interesting versions of Disney tunes. As many of you know, I am a rock God who frequently performs on stage, so I am well qualified to pass comment on a bunch of musicians who have forgotten more than I will ever know.
We really enjoyed their first set and were sad to see it end and dinner time approach. We left at 8.15 and went to the Roy Disney restaurant for our dinner.
This place is lovely.
We had…
Me – Tomato Soup, Filet Mignon and Cheesecake
Emily – Pasta, Tacos and a Sundae
Louise – Pasta, Filet Mignon and Bavarian Cream thing (not the official title)
Our table sharers for the cruise had to leave early in the morning to catch their flight home so would not be joining us for breakfast so this was to be our last meal together. We said our goodbyes to Stephanie, Bill and William…
and this was our excellent server Edi….
With dinner over, we returned to The Bayou and really enjoyed two more sets from the band. Honestly this for us was a real highlight of the cruise and we just wish we’d discovered them earlier.
We were dirty stop outs until after midnight.
We were at the stage of looking forward to seeing what the towel creature was on the return to our cabin each evening and the final effort did not disappoint.
We were awake at 7am, excited to be at Castaway Cay today. Look, there’s a bit of it….
Wanting to avoid the scrum situation at Marceline Market and still not aware that some places did a more civilised sit-down breakfast, we had ordered room service last night. It was Continental in nature and absolutely fine. We wanted to be up, ready and poised to get off the boat as soon as possible so it worked well.
The view promised much for the day ahead.
We dressed and made our way to what we hoped was the right place to disembark and struck very lucky. As we stumbled out of the lift, still not sure where to go we arrived with perfect timing at the start of what looked like a long line back up the stairs that most folks had used to get there. After a five-minute wait we were allowed to disembark and we started our long walk to the beach.
We had decided to head for the adults-only beach. Look, I love kids…..that are related to me.
Being one of the first off the ship, my inner theme park commando wanted to set a blistering pace to stay ahead of the hordes of folks behind us, but due to Louise’s inability to sprint for a few miles at a time, we had to let some folks past us. It hurt.
We walked for ten minutes or so and arrived at the main area of the island. We asked a cast member where the adult beach was (we knew it was still a good distance away) and opted to take the tram the rest of the way. This took us there down the airstrip and to the adult beach.
We found a spot.
As we readied ourselves for a day of not much, I quickly discovered that Louise (you had one job) Williams had failed to put the sun cream into Ryan. I wandered off hoping to find a shop where some could be acquired. There was such a place but it meant getting back on the bloody tram and going back to the main area of the island. I was the only person travelling that way at this time of day, so I undertook a weird lonely tram ride. As I arrived back at the shops, I rolled from a still-moving tram, raced to the shop and hoped to get the thing bought and get back on the same tram before it set off again.
I was thwarted by some folks buying bloody souvenirs and deploying about 17 different discounts which meant the CM had to press more buttons than Rick Wakeman (ask your Dad) to process the sale. I watched the tram set off for where I wanted to go just as I took my receipt for the one item I had purchased.
I trudged back to the tram stop and settled in for my day ruining ten minute wait for the tram to return.
Oblivious to my struggles, as I returned Louise had done the ridiculous thing of starting a conversation with the family next to us. Appalled, Emily and I did our best to not get involved.
This family, from deep in some Deliverance-style Southern backwater, were telling Louise about how they went out to shoot things regularly and how we should try eating frogs and Gator tails. Hey, I eat Doughnut Burgers so who am I to judge?
We soaked up just being here all morning.
Until we were hungry enough to go and eat lunch. That was about one minute past 12.
It was a BBQ affair at the place just off the beach (no need to tram anywhere thankfully).
I finished with a cookie worthy of its own photo.
After lunch, on the way back to our beds we stopped at the bar for a drink.
I forget what the ladies had but I panic ordered an Aperol Spritz, which to my unrefined palette tasted like medicine.
Emily made a more successful order.
As we arrived back at our beds our Louisiana family next door had moved on, probably to shoot something, so we just lapped up the sun a little more.
Thinking I couldn’t come all this way and not venture into the water, I waded out a long way into the sea. I couldn’t walk far enough to get out of my depth. The water is crystal clear, and of course in January, chilly. I spotted a few Starfish, thankfully none of them chocolate. I returned to my sunbed and waited for the twins to descend out of my body cavity.
As the afternoon went on, the beach emptied, and that delightful late afternoon “golden hour” was just lovely and peaceful.
Louise and Emily ventured into the water for a little paddle before soaking up the last few minutes of sun. We had to be back on board by 4.45 so got the tram around 4.30.
It is a long old trek all the way back to the ship, with a change of tram halfway.
There was a security check as we re-boarded which didn’t take as long as waiting for the family in front to dig out their cabin keys for the crew to scan from the very bottom of the huge beach bag they had with them. As Scar says, be prepared!!
We went straight up to deck 11 and Marceline Market for a soft drink, with a nice view.
Back at the room we all showered and left again at 7.15 after a few photos of the view.
We stopped at the Star Wars bar (probably not its real name) for a drink.
The drinks menu was on some George Lucas style iPad.
The drinks were weird. My beer was a fruity one.
Louise’s wine was pretty standard other than the man sat in it.
The names and contents of Emily and Louise’s cocktails were really something I should have written the names of in my notes!
It was an unusual and pretty cool experience, but a bit loud, so like some noise-weary pensioners we moved next door to Nightingales.
We ordered our “usuals” and listened to some more piano playing.
With those finished, we were back in Arendelle tonight for dinner so we headed over there.
I ordered –
Crab Cakes, Jerk Chicken and Cheesecake.
Here is the Chicken.
Louise had –
Samosa, Jerk Chicken and Banana Bread Pudding…
Emily –
Samosa, Stir Fry and Banana Bread Pudding
All of the food was good, but we felt the desserts were a little tasteless. We of course still finished them all.
Tonight was Pirate’s night, for which we had not dressed up, but it was nice to see many had, including all the servers. After dinner, we went to Deck 14 to watch the Pirate Band perform at 10.15 and then catch the fireworks.
It got quite busy of course, so once that was over we hung around and watched the dance party for a bit until the decks had cleared a little.
We went back to Nightingales again for a nightcap and then returned to our cabin to meet my personal favourite of the cruise…
Following a decent sleep for Louise and me, we awoke to Emily’s tales of some people snoring nearby keeping her awake. These walls must be very thin if she could hear snoring from next door as it cannot have been coming from within our cabin.
We got up around 7.30 and slowly got ready for breakfast. We watched the ship arrive into Nassau from the balcony.
Once I was satisfied that the captain no longer needed my help guiding him into port, we headed up to Marceline Market and it was pretty busy.
One of the reasons we hadn’t cruised before was a “fear” of being captive in a defined space with a load of people and having to queue for stuff. This was realised at this breakfast sitting as there were long queues for all the food stations. Had we known what we were doing we probably would have gone to the Roy or Walt Disney restaurants for a sit-down do rather than battle through these crowds.
We found a table and took turns going getting food which was decent.
We left about half an hour later and started the search for somewhere to spend the day sun-worshipping. We had decided not to go ashore into Nassau, mainly due to some things we had seen on-line about safety concerns which were probably unfounded, but to be honest, having committed to the cruise, it would be good to spend time getting to know the boat etc.
We found some chairs up on the adults-only deck, which disappointingly only meant that children were not allowed on it.
We enjoyed the view.
This was our neighbouring boat.
We left after about half an hour as the chairs we were in were not suitable for long-term sunbathing. We moved to another location where we found two sunbeds and ordered a drink. Whilst the ladies enjoyed those I set off on a walk of discovery, hoping to find a quieter area where we could all sit or lie down at once.
Our spot on deck 14 from yesterday bore fruit and I went back to collect Emily and Louise and relocated us up to a much more civilised spot.
We would settle here for the day.
My phone told me it was 73 degrees but it felt much hotter, to be honest. It was lovely.
We had more drinks and didn’t do a great deal for the next few hours. More drinks, relaxing, some reading and I think I went for a wander at some point.
You will notice that we did not have lunch, a side effect of a late, large breakfast, but after Emily had gone back to the room around 3 to catch up on some sleep, I sourced ice cream from a still very busy Marceline Market around 4pm.
At 4.45 we went back to the cabin. We quickly showered and changed and were back out at 5.25 heading for the Walt Disney theatre for the Ariel show.
It was quite a different take on the tale (get it?) but very enjoyable and Emily cried.
The show lasted an hour at which point we wandered to the Nightingales piano bar for some pre-dinner drinks.
The pianist soon arrived and performed songs themed around classic 90’s Disney movies.
This drink became a staple for me over the next few nights. I can’t remember its name but it came with a hammer to break the ice ball and release the drink. It tasted a bit like Baileys so was more dessert than a drink.
I mentioned the price of alcohol in Disney earlier in the trip. I would say that this was our main expense on the cruise. Of course, that is because pretty much everything else is included, but I would say a round of three drinks would be costing $50+ a time with a tip included. I don’t drink much so I don’t know if this is too shocking but it certainly added up over the duration of the cruise. Enjoyable though they were!
We left at 8.05 for our dinner sitting in Arendelle at 8.15. We were greeted with a huge queue to get in.
We were seated quickly enough and looked over the menu….sideways.
The dining experience here is a good one. There is a show being performed pretty much throughout the meal and our food was good.
Emily started with whatever this is.
I think Louise and I had soup, that was more pie than soup.
I had wondered where The Corrs were these days.
Louise had the chicken dish.
I had the Ribeye steak which was a bit fatty for my tastes but I think it is supposed to be?
Before dessert arrived Olaf did a tour of the tables.
Apple cake for dessert was very nice.
When Edi, our server, asked Louise what she wanted for dessert she said nothing. So he brought her a plate with the word nothing written on it in chocolate sauce.
We finished eating around 10pm and we were, to be honest, knackered and full and needed to go to bed. We had a slight detour on our way out of the restaurant. Having lost our bearings we wandered into a backstage kitchen area before several cast members pointed out we shouldn’t be going that way. We did then find the exit and made our way back to the cabin.
We were greeted with this belter.
A lovely day of doing nothing came to an end with me already realising that writing about sitting in the sun leads to short posts!
Up at 7am to the horrors of packing. The plan had been to use one case for the three of us for the cruise, which was where we were headed today. We would then leave the other two in the car. It soon became clear that this would not work and we would need two cases.
It took over an hour to get everything strewn around our room into our cases and bags before showering, making a coffee and then heading to the car at 9am.
As ever, breakfast was a priority and we decided to go to an IHOP and the closest was up on the 192.
There was no wait to be seated and we chose –
Me – Split Decision
Louise – French Toast
Emily – Omelette
It was all very tasty and very good value.
It was still only 10.30 when we finished eating and we assumed far too early to be heading to the ship. We went for a bit of a drive around Celebration as we hadn’t been for a while.
We stumbled across some delightful properties.
Proper picture book stuff….
We left before we got arrested for taking photos of strangers’ houses.
We then set the sat nav for Port Canaveral, which showed an arrival time of 11.45. Our boarding slot wasn’t until 1.45pm, so we had no clue what we would do to kill that time once we got there.
This added to my overall feeling of anxiety at doing something new. I had no idea how any of this cruising stuff worked and I didn’t like it. Some research may have eased that anxiety but life had been busy pre-holiday so here we were, heading into the unknown.
We did the uneventful straight drive out to the coast.
In the photo above you can see our Toll Pass thingy. I would certainly say that the extra few minutes it takes to pick one of these up at the airport is worth it. You can just sail through the Sun Pass lanes and not have to worry about finding change etc.
Enough pictures of roads now?
Have some water instead.
Back to roads again.
As we neared the terminal, I naturally turned down the radio so I could concentrate and luckily was able to follow a Disney Cruise bus into the right place.
As we entered the relevant area at Terminal 8 someone directed us to a spot to drop off our luggage. We handed them over and in my “I don’t know what I’m doing” state, I handed over a $20 tip rather than the $5 I intended. If America could make the notes look different to each other that would be great. What do you mean $20 was correct??
We drove into the car park, paid $95 and left the car there.
As we headed for the check-in bit Louise of course needed a restroom so Emily and I stood with the cases starting at the entrance to the terminal, so close but yet so far.
After about six hours (I do not exaggerate) Louise returned and we made our way in. I need not have worried about killing that extra time before our check-in slot!
We were still a little ahead of our boarding slot but I figured we’d see how far we got.
As we got to one of the check-in cast members the first hurdle and therefore small piece of advice I can share is, they need a physical copy of your ESTA. I did not have one. Luckily I had mobile data on my phone and she had to wait whilst I logged onto the ESTA site, retrieved each one and showed her the copy on my phone.
Not stressful at all.
Next, we went through security before heading up to the place where you waited until your boarding group was called.
We sat for about an hour before that happened. Once group 22 was announced I had no clue where to go or what to do, so wandered about until we found the right place. We were boarding!
As we reached the entrance a CM asked for our surname and we were announced onto the ship. A lovely touch and the environment into which you arrive is really impressive.
It felt like we were surrounded by professional cruisers who were not randomly wandering about aimlessly like us. But we enjoyed the wander while waiting for our room, sorry cabin, to be available. Getting your bearings on the ship is probably the single biggest asset to getting the most from the cruise, so do more research than I did.
Eventually, we found our way up to deck 14 and took in some of the views.
At 2 we headed to the room. No luggage yet but we dumped our bags, including a very heavy Ryan, and headed back out to explore.
Any concerns about the size of the cabin, especially with three adults in it were dispelled. It was fine and our bed was probably the most comfortable one we had all trip.
We had some lunch in Marceline Market at 2.45. Just some chicken tenders and burgers with some beer, wine and rum for Emily. She was at sea now!
Sam, a UK chap behind the bar, somehow talked me into spending $16 on that beer glass. It was mine for the whole cruise (you get a card to redeem for a glass) but as I drink about three beers a year I doubted I would remember or have anywhere near enough beer to get any value from it.
We continued to explore.
I didn’t think we were getting to Nasa until tomorrow?
Ah, sorry it’s Nassau we are heading to!
We stopped in another bar called the Keg and Compass and I had a Guinness, Louise a wine and Emily another Rum and that took us almost to our sailing time. I appreciate that may not be the correct technical term.
Rather than join the crowds watching the sail away party we returned to deck 14 where it was more peaceful and had some fab views as we left port.
Whatever the coming few days had in store, at least we weren’t on that boat.
There’s something mesmerising about the sea when you live 50 miles from it. I couldn’t stop looking at it and taking photos.
Back in the room, it has to be said that Emily and I did not feel well. We had not yet established our sea legs and despite the huge size of the boat, we could feel the movement. We rested a bit and then got ready for dinner. We stopped in the Bayou (a bar) for a drink but I couldn’t finish mine as I had to go back to the room to take care of business and my upset stomach.
When I returned we wandered around the very posh jewellers onboard, expertly buying nothing before heading to the Marvel restaurant for dinner.
In another spectacular example of how little research I had done prior to doing this cruise, we were, it has to be said, shocked to discover we were seated at a shared table. Best efforts had been made to match us up with similar folks, in that it was another party of three, two middle-aged parents and an adult child in their twenties but that is where the similarities ended.
Don’t get me wrong, they were lovely people and we would get to know them better over the course of the cruise, as yes, you sit with them at every meal, but we may as well have been from different planets.
As we made awkward small talk and Paul Rudd did some acting all around us (not in real life), we had –
Me – Soup, Steak and a Sundae
Louise – Soup and Steak
Emily – Rigatoni and Gnocchi, who I thought played for AC Milan.
Not great photos, but you try explaining to three strangers from South Carolina why you need to take detailed photos of all your family’s food before they can start eating it.
The food was good and Edi, our server, excellent.
We got some sea-sickness drugs from the shop after the meal and that sorted us right out. We didn’t feel sick at all for the rest of the cruise.
We toddled off back to our room and had a welcome early night. The towel art was off to an impressive start.
Following the only logical way in which you should do the WDW parks, naturally, today was to be Animal Kingdom. If you don’t do them in the order in which they opened, seriously what gives?
I was awake around 6am which gave me enough time to ready myself for the app shenanigans required before riding some rides.
When the time came I secured an (expensive) LL for Flights Of Passage at 12.35, but for once there were choices to be had and it wasn’t the experience previously seen, where you just smash all the buttons presented as quickly as possible and see what time falls out the back.
Of course, Genie+ was bought again accompanied by a good amount of resentment.
After making enough noise to wake everyone else up we left the room at 8.30. The nipple-hardening chill took me by surprise and as we walked to the car I did suspect I was a little underdressed for the conditions. A fifteen-minute drive saw us parked up and on a tram.
Somewhere amidst all this, I had booked a LL for Everest at 9.15 so we walked there first.
See how I expertly and effortlessly have the camera focus on the very important fence rather than the irrelevant characters in the background.
There was already a 40-minute standby queue so our previous trick, when old school FastPasses existed, of riding it once with a FastPass and then going through standby before the queues built up was scuppered.
It was as we made our way down the first hill on the ride that I realised this was going to be life-threateningly cold. We ended the ride with ringing teeth and bright red cheeks but with a smile on our faces.
Breakfast was required. None of the parks cover themselves in glory for counter service breakfast options and here was no different. We ended up at Yak & Yeti for some breakfast bowls.
They were tasty to be fair, yet a little spicy which would no doubt be resulting in some Rennie a little later.
It’s Tough To Be A Bug had no wait so that was chosen next. On the way, we got Emily a hot cocoa to avoid a trip to a medical facility. We walked all the way to the end of a row and enjoyed the show. I think only one small child needed taking out during it this time.
I had at some point secured a Lion King LL for the 10.30 show so that was our next destination. We entered the relevant queue only for Louise to come over all hot sweats and gripes. That is not a rap act, it was a condition that needed a restroom without any delay. She left us to attend to that so Emily and I loitered just before the entrance to the theatre hoping she would return before the show started. She did, but only just which meant we were sat right at the top of the bleachers.
The show, now back to its usual format and not the Covid version, was of course excellent.
Here, the show mirrors my oesophagus following that breakfast bowl.
We then caught the train up to Raffiki’s Planet Watch. It had been some years since we had done so.
It was too cold for the animals to be out and about so they were all sheltering in their heated stalls.
Look at that ass….
I chatted for ages with a Cast Member called Roy or Ray. He had been working for WDW for 39 years and had loved every day. We had a really interesting discussion about the animals and his career. I sent a cast compliment off as he was a proper gent and a gem.
We caught the train back at 12.30 for our Flights Of Passage LL and got there at 1.10. After a ten-minute wait, we entered the first room and eventually got on the thing at about 1.25.
We were all loving the ride and with about 30 seconds of it to go (we were literally coming in to land) the ride crashed and we were plunged into darkness. A CM appeared, released us all and then took us to another room where we immediately rode it again! It felt like we had got slightly more value from our LL booking!
We were heading for our LL for the safari now but stopped in Harambe for some authentic African cuisine. I had a pretzel, Emily a muffin and Louise some Lays.
Despite being LL, we still waited about fifteen minutes before boarding. It was mid-afternoon, traditionally a time of few animals when Florida is hot, but the very cool temperatures meant there were a good number of animals wandering about.
A show that has grown on us over the years is the Nemo one here at Animal Kingdom. Whilst never quite forgiving Disney for removing the Tarzan show, this is something we seem to enjoy more each time we see it.
This being my favourite bit…..I do have history with large turtle heads of course.
Louise was tired at this point so she went to have a sit down whilst Emily and I went off to ride Dinosaur. This is probably Emily’s least favourite ride in WDW, but I wanted to ride it so here she was.
As if the Disney Gods were smiling upon her, as we got to the entrance the CMs were announcing it was down. We still entered, hopeful the downtime would be brief, but after twenty minutes and with an impending ADR coming up, we gave up and walked over to Yak & Yeti to meet Louise for dinner.
We were seated immediately, upstairs.
Oddly, at this exact moment, one of my nostrils became unbelievably runny. No amount of blowing and sniffing would sort it. I feared I was coming down with some holiday illness, but (spoiler alert) I never did and this was just a very strange thing that lasted a few hours.
We started with Pot Stickers and yet took no photo.
Lo Mein for me and Emily
Sweet and Sour for Louise.
With wine and cocktails for those that could the bill came to $165.
We endured a very chilly walk back to the tram and drove to Walmart and spent $58 on things for my nose and other bits. Once back at the resort, I went to put a wash on, despite my severe illness and ate the rest of Louise’s Gideon’s cake whilst I waited for it to finish. I went to sleep at ten with a tissue up my nose.
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