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<font color="green">Mid-town Manhattan, anyone?</f
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DAY TWO
SATURDAY
EVEN THE NIGHT HAS EARS AFRICAN PROVERB
Between you and me, I may have had ONE too many Mid-Towns last night. But, and this is what matters, I was still the first one up the next morning and this being the ultimate measure of how you are doing on any given morning we BEAT housekeeping out of the room! Yee-Haw.
Our very first stop was - what else - the CL, where our very favorite CM - who else - Charlie Brown, was in attendance. As CB and I bonded, I think my DP actually ATE something (bleh, breakfast). With concierges assistance, we put the finishing touches on our plans for Victoria and Alberts that evening, and then we were off to - what else - shop!
Actually, I really hate shopping, but a girl needs her gear. DP needed her HAT OF THE WEEK (we all have our little rituals, eh?) and I needed my AKL expedition journal. With a little help from moi, DP secured the single best hat in WDW, but I was stumped. No journals? At Animal Kingdom Lodge, home of savannahs and safaris, there was not one single journal, in which a girl could keep faithful account of her trek through the wilds of the African outback (remember, four Mid-towns; it does get wooly out there!)?
No, there really wasnt. Not one. In the interest of honesty, there were four different sorts of Princess diaries, but lets not even go there, shall we?
And heres where the magic once again gets thick, because when I ask after a REAL Girls journal, something brown and hefty, CMs informed me that it was, alas, true that there was nothing of the sort, But, one said, let me get you something to tide you over until you can find one. Whereupon she went backstage and brought out an AKL notepad that they dont even sell. Wow, maybe Im easy, but to my mind, thats magic.
Having secured breakfast (bah, humbug) and gear (magic!), we retreated back to our rooms, suited up and made our way, for the very first time, to Uzima Pool.
Again, with that honesty bit, the above is not our photo. We had photos. Many photos. But, as youll keen the why of below, none of the photos from days one and two survived.
A word about the pool: its terrific, but its terrific in a way that fits with the theme of the lodge. It is NOT terrific in that wonderfully scary clown pool slide at the BW kind of way. Its NOT terrific in a Stormalong Bay, sand-bottomed pool, kind of way. It IS terrific in a lets build a subtle slide thats congruent with the large watering hole that Uzima resembles kind of way.
SATURDAY
EVEN THE NIGHT HAS EARS AFRICAN PROVERB
Between you and me, I may have had ONE too many Mid-Towns last night. But, and this is what matters, I was still the first one up the next morning and this being the ultimate measure of how you are doing on any given morning we BEAT housekeeping out of the room! Yee-Haw.
Our very first stop was - what else - the CL, where our very favorite CM - who else - Charlie Brown, was in attendance. As CB and I bonded, I think my DP actually ATE something (bleh, breakfast). With concierges assistance, we put the finishing touches on our plans for Victoria and Alberts that evening, and then we were off to - what else - shop!
Actually, I really hate shopping, but a girl needs her gear. DP needed her HAT OF THE WEEK (we all have our little rituals, eh?) and I needed my AKL expedition journal. With a little help from moi, DP secured the single best hat in WDW, but I was stumped. No journals? At Animal Kingdom Lodge, home of savannahs and safaris, there was not one single journal, in which a girl could keep faithful account of her trek through the wilds of the African outback (remember, four Mid-towns; it does get wooly out there!)?
No, there really wasnt. Not one. In the interest of honesty, there were four different sorts of Princess diaries, but lets not even go there, shall we?
And heres where the magic once again gets thick, because when I ask after a REAL Girls journal, something brown and hefty, CMs informed me that it was, alas, true that there was nothing of the sort, But, one said, let me get you something to tide you over until you can find one. Whereupon she went backstage and brought out an AKL notepad that they dont even sell. Wow, maybe Im easy, but to my mind, thats magic.
Having secured breakfast (bah, humbug) and gear (magic!), we retreated back to our rooms, suited up and made our way, for the very first time, to Uzima Pool.

Again, with that honesty bit, the above is not our photo. We had photos. Many photos. But, as youll keen the why of below, none of the photos from days one and two survived.
A word about the pool: its terrific, but its terrific in a way that fits with the theme of the lodge. It is NOT terrific in that wonderfully scary clown pool slide at the BW kind of way. Its NOT terrific in a Stormalong Bay, sand-bottomed pool, kind of way. It IS terrific in a lets build a subtle slide thats congruent with the large watering hole that Uzima resembles kind of way.