Tuesday: Animal Kingdom. Or, as we mortals like to call it, the day it got hotter than the sun.
The only thing better than waking up on a Tuesday and knowing that you have the day off from work is waking up on a Tuesday knowing that you are going to Animal Kingdom. Wheeee!
We got moving early, by some miracle. Sarah is the queen of fast showers. Were not sure if its a Canadian thing or just a Sarah thing. We know with certainty that it is not a geek thing, because we like to linger.
Anyhow.
We headed to the park with one mission: to find Nemo. Sarah had been to Animal Kingdom before, but she had not yet seen this attraction and neither had we. So, apart from a ride on Everest, this was the main priority. That, and trying not to melt. Did we mention that it is hot in Florida in July? And that Sarah is from Canada?
We arrived around 10 am, and discovered that for the second of three Disney days, we had left the little squirt bottle fans at home. Great. We did the next best thing, which was covering ourselves in SPF 30 sunblock. Good timing too, because we JUST missed the tram. I think Ive been on the Animal Kingdom tram all of once in my life, because we always end up walking. The rest of the guests looked at us like we were nuts, but at least we were catching some breeze in the brutal heat as we glided across the grass toward the front gates. Plus, we arrived seconds before they all did on the next tram.
In your FACE, naysayers!
Were here!
Once inside, Lionel ran to get us lunch reservations at Rainforest Café while the rest of us checked out the wait times. 60 minutes for Everest. Seriously, people. Why waste a Disney hour in a line? Sarah was no noob, she headed straight for the fastpass machine like a pro. The Gods were smiling upon us, as the passes fell right before lunchtime. Perfect! Off to wait in the Nemo line!
Lionel and I had wanted to see this show since it opened, but somehow we never managed to get in the crazy line in time. Remember how I made fun of those Everest losers? Well, we waited for 40 minutes in the blazing sun to find Nemo. At least he got lost in a theatre that was air-conditioned.
To make the wait less miserable, Sarah and I headed off to Dino-land in search of ice cream, which only melted halfway by the time we got back to the boys. The children in front of us were drooling as we slurped down our treats, and one tugged on his Dads sleeve: Daddy, can I have ice cream?
Not now.
I felt guilty. But only a little bit. One of the best things about being an adult at Disney? You can eat ice cream ANY TIME YOU WANT.
After about 20 minutes the guards took down the rope and we were heading to salvation in the form of a cool, indoor theatre. No, wait, let me rephrase that. We THOUGHT that was what was happening. The sweat running down our faces was almost mixed with tears as we discovered the sad truth: we were merely being corralled to another waiting area which had one single oscillating fan. And it was JUST out of reach.
Dear God, I thought, were going to kill Sarah before her vacation is halfway over. In truth, the Canadian was taking the sauna-like temperature better than the three Floridians, who stood there panting like tired dogs. My hair was completely soaked, and I wasnt having fun at all. The water was almost gone. I was starting to feel like we were stranded on a desert island and all of the coconuts were gone, when they finally opened the theatre doors. A wave of air conditioning hit me, and it was bliss. If only Disney could find a way to harness this beautiful climate control and cover the entire park with it. If ONLY!
Inside, we discovered that the hordes of Brazilian tourists had decided to join us for the first show. They cheered and sang football songs, and started the first of many waves.
You know the wave: you see it at football and baseball games. It always seems to die out before it gets to the end because of all the party poopers. Well, let me tell you this: there were A LOT of party poopers in this theatre. HOT party poopers, who wanted no more to do with this teenage Brazilian wave than they would with a steaming cup of coffee. The Brazilian teens stood and sat, and the wave stopped. They tried again, and a few people joined in. Again, and again, and again until finally about half of the upper tier was participating. The teens cheered, and many grumpy faces in the front row crossed their arms and shook their heads. There would be no fun here, not right now. Not like this!
We giggled at the angries, imagining the rest of their day filled with suppressed smiles and holding purses while everyone else went on Everest. This is Disney, folks. Serious business.
Quick, take the picture before the fun police come!
I have to interject here that this was the FOURTH attempt at this photo. Sarah's eyes would not stay open! I chose this one because I look the least drunk, and even though I know no one who has read my other trip reports will believe this, I had not had a drop yet! Pinky swear. Still, this pic came out better than our first attempt, which made Sarah and I convulse uncontrollably with laughter every single time we looked at it:
The show was great! I liken it to the Lion King on Broadway: the actors were there, but they blended with their fish Sarah, master of the covert non-flash photo, took these:
If you havent seen it, make sure you do! The actors are all great. Though I think the woman who plays Dory has straight espresso running through her veins. They did a great job of making it feel like you are under water, and they cover almost every single part of the original film in 30 minutes! My one disappointment? My favorite character, our namesake, was not in the production! Maybe the true title should have been Finding Jacques?
Next: Dinosaurs, Yetis, and mean tourists. Oh my!