We got up early-ish and got some complimentary breakfast at
the hotel (I haven’t mentioned this before). Breakfast is basically in the
small foyer/check in room of the hotel. It consists of Bagels, Assorted
breakfast bars, fruit, orange juice, tea and coffee.
We had the pleasure each morning of sitting in there with a
bunch of other hotel guests. One in particular decided it was acceptable to
snort repeatedly (like the Vietnamese do)….at the breakfast table…with his
girlfriend there…I think he was Spanish or something….Anyway…
We jumped in the car and headed toward Disneyland which is
in Anaheim. Around 35 minute drive south of Hollywood. Being a Sunday, the
traffic was non-existent.
The Disneyland arrival was so well organised. Heaps of
attendants ushering cars through the car park. $15 for the day to park. We had
to catch a train thingy to Disneyland Park from the car park. The joint is
massive.
It would have been probably 10:30am when we bought our
tickets and headed through the gates.
Rhiannon couldn’t contain her excitement…Bowling over little
kids as she ran through the gates..Nah..hehe not that bad but pretty excited.
The first impression of Disneyland is exactly what I
expected it to be and exactly what Walt Disney wanted it to be if you see the
movies about how he conceived the park. You hit Main Street USA and are
immediately aurally beaten (in a good way) with old style Disney big band 50’s
type music. There are old style popcorn vendors and immaculately maintained and
designed gardens with a mass of store fronts. The whole design is so old school
(apparently Walt Disney wanted it to reflect the town her grew up in) so I
guess it is very 40’s/50’s looking).
Map in hand we started walking toward all of the different
worlds they have (Tomorrow Land, Frontier Land, Toon Town, Fantasy Land etc). Each
land/world themed from different Disney cartoons.
Everything is huge and has amazing attention to detail.
Nothing at all in the park looked out of place or as though it wasn’t designed
to fit. There were teams of trash ninjas that would come out every now and then
with dustpans and brooms to sweep up any rubbish (re: attention to detail
mentioned above, their outfits and dustpans looked as though they were from the
50’s).
We made the mistake of entering the normal line for Splash
Mountain (rather than purchasing the Fast Passes for the rides). The bastards
design the lines so they are deceiving. You can only see around 20 metres of a
line so you think it will be fine. Then you realise that the line twists and
turns INSIDE the ride for another 34663754754.43Km. So an hour later we FINALLY
got onto the ride. It was pretty cool but the wait took the edge of it.
4:00pm was time for the Mickey Parade. We (along with every
other patron) took a spot on the side of the main street in the park. The
parade was as one would expect, floats with characters atop, loud cheesy Disney
music and dancers.
Cliché Americana: The footpath of the street where the
parade was run was full of people sitting down. There was a flower bed type
structure running along it (about 2 metres back from the curb). So as the
parade starts some people next to us stand up (naturally) and we hear in a
southern drawl from a fat arse mother and daughter SITTING on the flower
bed/seat thing: “Can you guys sit down? We can’t see” Rhiannon and I looked at
each other and telepathically asked the same question: “Why don’t you stand up
you fat arse?”
Come 7:00pm we were pretty destroyed. All the walking and
shitty nutrition available at the park took its toll. We couldn’t handle any
more happiest place on earth – It was at this point the kill kids and fat
people place on earth. So we left.
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