Woken by Goofy again and did the final last bits of my packing after a quick look round the room to make sure Id left nothing important behind. My cases stowed in the left luggage room I headed for breakfast and decided again to make a pig of myself as I knew we wouldnt be hitting the Ferry and the next meal until well after 2pm. 
With a little while to spare before I had to meet the coach, I decided to wander out to the back of Sequoia to take one last look at the Disney Village across the lake. I then remembered something an actor friend of mine had told me. When hed visited a theatre he particularly liked, as he left for the last time he would turn round and blow an enormous raspberry at the theatre as he was leaving. He claimed it had never failed him; each time he blew a raspberry at a particularly nice theatre he always managed to find his way back there at some point. I wondered if it would work for me and promptly blew several raspberries for luck at the Village. It was only then that I turned round and spied a couple of very smartly dressed businessmen they were attending a convention at the Sequoia eyeing me warily from a few feet away. I grinned sheepishly and headed back towards the hotel before they could summon assistance. I trotted back to left luggage and collected my things, then sat to wait with some of my fellow travellers. Perhaps its a tradition we Disboarders could start? Try it, on your last sight of the Park as you leave, turn round and blow an enormous raspberry.
The coach came at 8am, right on time unfortunately, and we all clambered aboard, a lot less energetic, wearier and judging by the number of cuddly toys and balloons that boarded, a lot lighter in the purse, than when wed clambered off it a few nights before. We sadly waved the Parks goodbye as we left and sailed away towards the ferry and home.
Back at Dover we were instructed to remain on our coaches whilst they swapped bags around at the interchange. I hadnt realised until the last minute that I was due to swap coaches at this point, something I hate as I always worry Im going to end up on the wrong bus and disappear into the horizon. Finally the command GO came up and for about 10 minutes the interchange looked like an anthill that someone had trodden on as we all scurried about madly trying to find our coaches. I wondered if we could make this a new Olympic sport for 2012 Synchronised Catching the Right Bus it could be a big success and wed be good at it.
To my surprise I had been upgraded to a Silver Service Coach very grand. Much more leg room than on the standard coaches and we were offered glasses of wine which was very nice I must say. However the last leg of the journey seemed to whiz by and in no time the bus was pulling up at our local bus station and we all piled out. As I got off the bus I saw DM car pulling up and realised that the holiday was finally over.
Ive no idea if I will be able to go back to DLRP any time soon. As I said my health is not great at the moment thanks to the arthritis and there are real concerns that I soon may well not be able to walk. Who knows what the future holds but at least Ive had a fab holiday and stacks of fantastic pictures to remind me of a wonderful holiday.
With a little while to spare before I had to meet the coach, I decided to wander out to the back of Sequoia to take one last look at the Disney Village across the lake. I then remembered something an actor friend of mine had told me. When hed visited a theatre he particularly liked, as he left for the last time he would turn round and blow an enormous raspberry at the theatre as he was leaving. He claimed it had never failed him; each time he blew a raspberry at a particularly nice theatre he always managed to find his way back there at some point. I wondered if it would work for me and promptly blew several raspberries for luck at the Village. It was only then that I turned round and spied a couple of very smartly dressed businessmen they were attending a convention at the Sequoia eyeing me warily from a few feet away. I grinned sheepishly and headed back towards the hotel before they could summon assistance. I trotted back to left luggage and collected my things, then sat to wait with some of my fellow travellers. Perhaps its a tradition we Disboarders could start? Try it, on your last sight of the Park as you leave, turn round and blow an enormous raspberry.
The coach came at 8am, right on time unfortunately, and we all clambered aboard, a lot less energetic, wearier and judging by the number of cuddly toys and balloons that boarded, a lot lighter in the purse, than when wed clambered off it a few nights before. We sadly waved the Parks goodbye as we left and sailed away towards the ferry and home.
Back at Dover we were instructed to remain on our coaches whilst they swapped bags around at the interchange. I hadnt realised until the last minute that I was due to swap coaches at this point, something I hate as I always worry Im going to end up on the wrong bus and disappear into the horizon. Finally the command GO came up and for about 10 minutes the interchange looked like an anthill that someone had trodden on as we all scurried about madly trying to find our coaches. I wondered if we could make this a new Olympic sport for 2012 Synchronised Catching the Right Bus it could be a big success and wed be good at it.
To my surprise I had been upgraded to a Silver Service Coach very grand. Much more leg room than on the standard coaches and we were offered glasses of wine which was very nice I must say. However the last leg of the journey seemed to whiz by and in no time the bus was pulling up at our local bus station and we all piled out. As I got off the bus I saw DM car pulling up and realised that the holiday was finally over.
Ive no idea if I will be able to go back to DLRP any time soon. As I said my health is not great at the moment thanks to the arthritis and there are real concerns that I soon may well not be able to walk. Who knows what the future holds but at least Ive had a fab holiday and stacks of fantastic pictures to remind me of a wonderful holiday.
Send you a ton of pixie dust, too! 
