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A Trip down Memory Lane B.C. aka Fun Storming the Viking Castle
When DH and I were younger (not THAT much younger than we are today), we bummed around the world for close on a year. I do mean the literal world....and this was all B.C. Before. Child.
That pretty much meant that we spent the entire time arguing about where in the world we were going to go. What did we know in our youth??
One of the places that I totally disagreed with DH about was heading north. Way North into Norway. Needless to say that once we got to Norway, the bickering stopped as I found that I was wr....wr....wr....not right about not wanting to go to Norway. It was beautiful. That was some *mumble* *mumble* years ago and I've been finding ways to say sorry to DH about the bickering without having to actually say sorry. You know what I mean.
Norway at Epcot provides me with one of those non-verbal apology opportunities. I think that DH and I take our own internal trip down memory lane whenever we step over the boundary that instantly transports us to that Way North land.
The Stave Church is one of my favourite buildings at Epcot.
We were heading here to claim our last FP+ for the day. It was the reason why we didn't claim an Agent P gadget for DS to start straight away.
In reality, we needn't have bothered with FP's today. There were a few more people here now that we were approaching midday; but it was still rather empty at Epcot.
The first time DH and I got on this attraction was in 2005. Then we had thought it was one of the best rides at Epcot and had thoroughly enjoyed the ride through time. Afterall, it was taking through a journey of Viking Norway....
....through to Modern Norway.
I make it a point to hit this country every time we're at Epcot as a means of allowing DH to indulge in his feeling of being justified in insisting we go to Norway.
We got into the dragon headed boat.
At some stage of this ride, we head backwards and look like were going to tip over the waterfall. And then we eventually make it out to the quaint fishing village.
When we got off, DH and I looked at each other. Yup, it was one of those 'looks'.
Whatever did we see in this ride? It sure didn't match up to the ride we had romanticised about in our memory banks.
We stopped for a minute or two in the theatre to enjoy a glimpse of the Norway countryside that we both fell in love with.
And then it was time for DS to have his trip down memory lane.
He's outgrown the need for the Viking helmet. But he sure remembers this moment!
I'm really glad that we went into Maelstrom on this trip. Rumours are that its days are number and it might be replaced with a Frozen themed attraction.

