Hilary
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These reports were lost in the DIS boards crash of long ago, but I've been asked to re-post them (I won't say who asked me as I wouldn't want them to attract too much hate mail
). To avoid taking up the whole TR board, I'm posting each set as a single post. Here goes:
Cast:
Me (Hilary) Trip organiser, obsessive planner
DH (Jeremy) Trip funder, obsessive eater and drinker when on holiday, active angler given the opportunity
DD1 (Rhian) age 16, shopaholic tendencies, addicted to bathrooms, not keen on thrill rides
DD2 (Amy) age 11, likes thrill rides, addicted to stuffed toys and pressed penny machines
Background stuff:
This was our fifth trip to WDW. We last went in October 1999 and hadnt planned to return again until 2001, but Jeremy had a fit of Disney-withdrawal last spring and I booked this trip before he had a chance to change his mind. We were limited to one week because of various school commitments, but planned to cram a lot in! Jeremy didnt want to be away for Christmas, but we fancied the idea of seeing all the holiday decorations, shows, parades, etc., so we planned to be there for the New Year celebrations.
We were leaving for WDW straight from Jeremys brothers house near Luton, where we were spending Christmas, so I went into super-obsessive planning mode trying to pack for the various parts of our time away from home. NATO would have been proud of the military precision that went into my allocation of clean underwear for the designated packing areas on the bedroom floor. There were bags for Florida only, bags for Luton only, bags for things to wear travelling, bags for things which might do for both Luton and Florida, spare bags for the things to leave behind, and yet more bags for things to be transferred out of Luton and in to Florida category once Christmas was over. Oh, and then there were all the Christmas parcels to fit in somewhere as well! I dont recommend this as the ideal way to unwind before enjoying a relaxing Christmas break with your family.
Another thing I wouldnt recommend is spotting a large black blister on your younger daughters gum on Boxing Day morning when you are due to leave for WDW early the next day especially when you are away from home, and dont know any of the dentists in the area. The blister wasnt bothering Amy (she didnt even know there was anything there) but I had visions of this thing popping at 33,000 feet over the Atlantic and the plane having to make an emergency landing in the Arctic Circle to get Amy to the nearest hospital to deal with the uncontrollable bleeding. I tried to stop thinking about the plane evacuation procedure for an emergency landing on water (I remembered I should remove high-heeled shoes and not to inflate the life vest until outside the aircraft), whilst my sister-in-law tracked down a dentist on the emergency duty rota, and we set off to interrupt his Boxing Day lunch.
Im not very tall anyway, but when the dentist told us (very, very nicely) that it was nothing to worry about just the site of a new tooth coming through, and nothing a tube of Bonjela wouldnt put right I felt about six inches tall and wanted to disappear down the spit-and-rinse plughole. Well, better safe than sorry, I say
So the 27th dawned and we got ready for collection by the mini bus to take us to Gatwick. The bus arrived nice and early and we piled in. This was to be our first thrill ride of the holiday, and I began to wonder why wed bothered with the trip to the dentist when we clearly wouldnt live to see the airport anyway. The phrase bat out of hell springs to mind. As if the white-knuckle element wasnt enough, when I tried to strike up a casual tone of conversation to let the driver know we wanted the North terminal at Gatwick, he told us that finding the North terminal would be a first for him as hed never been to Gatwick before. Months of preparation and planning flashed before my eyes as I wondered why us?
Anyway, we arrived at Gatwick at about 8:20 am and I silently marvelled at having made it in one piece as we piled the luggage on to a trolley and waved the driver goodbye. We pushed the trolley through the doors and paused, wondering why everyone else seemed to have chosen navy blue travelling outfits some with natty gold stripes on the shoulders before we realised the stupid driver had deposited us at the crew entrance. We quickly backtracked and manoeuvred the trolley out along the pavement, up and down several kerbstones, and eventually into the main terminal building.
The whole check-in area was absolutely packed and I left the others stationed with the luggage whilst I went to find out which desk we needed. On my way back to retrieve the family I was aware of a gruff voice nearby grunting ello darlin, which I (naturally) chose to ignore. Someone grabbed my elbow and said oi! Darlin!. I was about to swing at him when I realised it was our friend Paul who lives near us. Unknown to either of us he and his family were flying to Orlando today as well, and turned out to be sitting about ten rows in front of us on the plane.
We checked in at the BA desk and the conversation followed the usual format:
Here are your seat numbers, madam, they have been pre-booked for you.
but we asked for three seats and one across the aisle
the request from your agent asks for three and one in front, madam .
and we asked for a childs meal
your agent didnt say anything about a childs meal, madam etc., etc. But at least we had four seats, so I wasnt going to complain too much.
Having got rid of the bags we set off for refreshment and couldnt believe how slowly the queues were moving, or how expensive a bit of bread wrapped around some cheese could be. Well, it got rid of some of that heavy sterling, I suppose.
The plane eventually took off about 45 minutes late and the flight was uneventful apart from poor old Amy feeling pretty unwell most of the way and managing to fill more than her fair share of air-sickness bags (so it didnt really make any difference that she didnt get her childs meal!). Rhian and I had both ordered vegetarian meals (and the agent had noted it this time!), but when they arrived they were marked as vegan. I guess this makes sense as they can double up for either requirement, but if I ever needed a reason for never going vegan, this would be all I needed! if you think vegetarian food is boring, you should try vegan some time! No offence meant to any vegans out there, but how do you eat that all the time?
Despite the delay taking off we still managed to land a bit early and were pleased to hear the pilot tell us the temperature in Orlando was 70 degrees. Whilst we were waiting at Passport Control (behind the yellow line) I said to Jeremy that the man at the front of the next queue looked like that chap on the television. I was still struggling to remember his name when Jeremy said I think you must mean Mike Smith, because the woman with him is Sarah Green. We all tried to look super cool about being next to someone a bit famous (with lots of whispering and nudging going on) and then set off on the famous Orlando Double Luggage Quest.
As we emerged into the second baggage hall we could see the Tiffany Town Cars driver holding a sign with our name on it. I was tempted to do a Homer Simpson Oh look, Marge, theres someone else with the same name as me over there but excitement got the better of me and I rushed over to tell him we were there.
We enjoyed a hassle-free trip to the All Star Movies Resort (love the huge star that you drive under as you arrive) and set about checking in. Id faxed through a room location request and was so excited when we got what wed asked for! Our room was quite near the front desk area, so we decided to take the bags ourselves and basked in the last of the afternoon sun on our way across to the Dalmations buildings.
Our room was really nice lots of great touches, such as the Popcorn box light, star covered carpet, a dalmations border, hundreds of stars in the bathroom and dressing room lights around the vanity mirror. We unpacked (this is, of course, the Royal we and actually means I did the unpacking, but it would be churlish of me to say so) and then went to the food court to get our refillable mugs and something to eat. At the entrance to the Food Court there was a table set aside with children around it decorating gingerbread men for $1 and we noticed there was a gingerbread village scene on display as well. There were some Christmas decorations around, but not as many as I had expected to see. The food court is decorated as a cinema entrance hall from the Hollywood era lots of chrome and bright lights and on one of the counters you are given a replica cinema ticket to hand in when you collect your food order. The refillable mugs here cost $8.99 plus tax and now come in two different shapes (one is designed to fit the cup holders in US cars) but apparently they both hold the same quantity. Refills available included cola, diet cola, sprite, orange maid, pink lemonade, cherry cola, lemon drink, tea, coffee, hot chocolate, and probably a few others I cant remember!
We were pretty tired by now, so after our pizzas and salad and filling up the mugs again, we headed back to our room and decided to have an early night ready for a busy day tomorrow. I think I was probably asleep by about 8:30pm (well, it was 1:30am to us and yes, I did put my watch back on the plane, but I just couldnt help mentally converting back to UK time!) but not before switching on the Weather Channel to see what tomorrows forecast would be 72 degrees and possible thunderstorms.

Cast:
Me (Hilary) Trip organiser, obsessive planner
DH (Jeremy) Trip funder, obsessive eater and drinker when on holiday, active angler given the opportunity
DD1 (Rhian) age 16, shopaholic tendencies, addicted to bathrooms, not keen on thrill rides
DD2 (Amy) age 11, likes thrill rides, addicted to stuffed toys and pressed penny machines
Background stuff:
This was our fifth trip to WDW. We last went in October 1999 and hadnt planned to return again until 2001, but Jeremy had a fit of Disney-withdrawal last spring and I booked this trip before he had a chance to change his mind. We were limited to one week because of various school commitments, but planned to cram a lot in! Jeremy didnt want to be away for Christmas, but we fancied the idea of seeing all the holiday decorations, shows, parades, etc., so we planned to be there for the New Year celebrations.
We were leaving for WDW straight from Jeremys brothers house near Luton, where we were spending Christmas, so I went into super-obsessive planning mode trying to pack for the various parts of our time away from home. NATO would have been proud of the military precision that went into my allocation of clean underwear for the designated packing areas on the bedroom floor. There were bags for Florida only, bags for Luton only, bags for things to wear travelling, bags for things which might do for both Luton and Florida, spare bags for the things to leave behind, and yet more bags for things to be transferred out of Luton and in to Florida category once Christmas was over. Oh, and then there were all the Christmas parcels to fit in somewhere as well! I dont recommend this as the ideal way to unwind before enjoying a relaxing Christmas break with your family.
Another thing I wouldnt recommend is spotting a large black blister on your younger daughters gum on Boxing Day morning when you are due to leave for WDW early the next day especially when you are away from home, and dont know any of the dentists in the area. The blister wasnt bothering Amy (she didnt even know there was anything there) but I had visions of this thing popping at 33,000 feet over the Atlantic and the plane having to make an emergency landing in the Arctic Circle to get Amy to the nearest hospital to deal with the uncontrollable bleeding. I tried to stop thinking about the plane evacuation procedure for an emergency landing on water (I remembered I should remove high-heeled shoes and not to inflate the life vest until outside the aircraft), whilst my sister-in-law tracked down a dentist on the emergency duty rota, and we set off to interrupt his Boxing Day lunch.
Im not very tall anyway, but when the dentist told us (very, very nicely) that it was nothing to worry about just the site of a new tooth coming through, and nothing a tube of Bonjela wouldnt put right I felt about six inches tall and wanted to disappear down the spit-and-rinse plughole. Well, better safe than sorry, I say
So the 27th dawned and we got ready for collection by the mini bus to take us to Gatwick. The bus arrived nice and early and we piled in. This was to be our first thrill ride of the holiday, and I began to wonder why wed bothered with the trip to the dentist when we clearly wouldnt live to see the airport anyway. The phrase bat out of hell springs to mind. As if the white-knuckle element wasnt enough, when I tried to strike up a casual tone of conversation to let the driver know we wanted the North terminal at Gatwick, he told us that finding the North terminal would be a first for him as hed never been to Gatwick before. Months of preparation and planning flashed before my eyes as I wondered why us?
Anyway, we arrived at Gatwick at about 8:20 am and I silently marvelled at having made it in one piece as we piled the luggage on to a trolley and waved the driver goodbye. We pushed the trolley through the doors and paused, wondering why everyone else seemed to have chosen navy blue travelling outfits some with natty gold stripes on the shoulders before we realised the stupid driver had deposited us at the crew entrance. We quickly backtracked and manoeuvred the trolley out along the pavement, up and down several kerbstones, and eventually into the main terminal building.
The whole check-in area was absolutely packed and I left the others stationed with the luggage whilst I went to find out which desk we needed. On my way back to retrieve the family I was aware of a gruff voice nearby grunting ello darlin, which I (naturally) chose to ignore. Someone grabbed my elbow and said oi! Darlin!. I was about to swing at him when I realised it was our friend Paul who lives near us. Unknown to either of us he and his family were flying to Orlando today as well, and turned out to be sitting about ten rows in front of us on the plane.
We checked in at the BA desk and the conversation followed the usual format:
Here are your seat numbers, madam, they have been pre-booked for you.
but we asked for three seats and one across the aisle
the request from your agent asks for three and one in front, madam .
and we asked for a childs meal
your agent didnt say anything about a childs meal, madam etc., etc. But at least we had four seats, so I wasnt going to complain too much.
Having got rid of the bags we set off for refreshment and couldnt believe how slowly the queues were moving, or how expensive a bit of bread wrapped around some cheese could be. Well, it got rid of some of that heavy sterling, I suppose.
The plane eventually took off about 45 minutes late and the flight was uneventful apart from poor old Amy feeling pretty unwell most of the way and managing to fill more than her fair share of air-sickness bags (so it didnt really make any difference that she didnt get her childs meal!). Rhian and I had both ordered vegetarian meals (and the agent had noted it this time!), but when they arrived they were marked as vegan. I guess this makes sense as they can double up for either requirement, but if I ever needed a reason for never going vegan, this would be all I needed! if you think vegetarian food is boring, you should try vegan some time! No offence meant to any vegans out there, but how do you eat that all the time?
Despite the delay taking off we still managed to land a bit early and were pleased to hear the pilot tell us the temperature in Orlando was 70 degrees. Whilst we were waiting at Passport Control (behind the yellow line) I said to Jeremy that the man at the front of the next queue looked like that chap on the television. I was still struggling to remember his name when Jeremy said I think you must mean Mike Smith, because the woman with him is Sarah Green. We all tried to look super cool about being next to someone a bit famous (with lots of whispering and nudging going on) and then set off on the famous Orlando Double Luggage Quest.
As we emerged into the second baggage hall we could see the Tiffany Town Cars driver holding a sign with our name on it. I was tempted to do a Homer Simpson Oh look, Marge, theres someone else with the same name as me over there but excitement got the better of me and I rushed over to tell him we were there.
We enjoyed a hassle-free trip to the All Star Movies Resort (love the huge star that you drive under as you arrive) and set about checking in. Id faxed through a room location request and was so excited when we got what wed asked for! Our room was quite near the front desk area, so we decided to take the bags ourselves and basked in the last of the afternoon sun on our way across to the Dalmations buildings.
Our room was really nice lots of great touches, such as the Popcorn box light, star covered carpet, a dalmations border, hundreds of stars in the bathroom and dressing room lights around the vanity mirror. We unpacked (this is, of course, the Royal we and actually means I did the unpacking, but it would be churlish of me to say so) and then went to the food court to get our refillable mugs and something to eat. At the entrance to the Food Court there was a table set aside with children around it decorating gingerbread men for $1 and we noticed there was a gingerbread village scene on display as well. There were some Christmas decorations around, but not as many as I had expected to see. The food court is decorated as a cinema entrance hall from the Hollywood era lots of chrome and bright lights and on one of the counters you are given a replica cinema ticket to hand in when you collect your food order. The refillable mugs here cost $8.99 plus tax and now come in two different shapes (one is designed to fit the cup holders in US cars) but apparently they both hold the same quantity. Refills available included cola, diet cola, sprite, orange maid, pink lemonade, cherry cola, lemon drink, tea, coffee, hot chocolate, and probably a few others I cant remember!
We were pretty tired by now, so after our pizzas and salad and filling up the mugs again, we headed back to our room and decided to have an early night ready for a busy day tomorrow. I think I was probably asleep by about 8:30pm (well, it was 1:30am to us and yes, I did put my watch back on the plane, but I just couldnt help mentally converting back to UK time!) but not before switching on the Weather Channel to see what tomorrows forecast would be 72 degrees and possible thunderstorms.