Day 3, Saturday, December 2
We awoke from our post-Magic Kingdom-induced slumber and, again, enjoyed an in-room breakfast of cereal, coffee and milk.
That’s it – no more food court breakfasts for us EVER AGAIN! I can’t believe it took me this long to figure it out. I think we easily saved a total of 7 precious hours of touring time with this little method, not to mention the cost savings. And, the best part…
No starting the day off with Disney Food Bloat!
Okay, on with the program. I’d received some last minute advice from lexmelinda regarding bus transport from POR to the Animal Kingdom. DON’T DO IT. And we didn’t! Hopped into our little car, waved that awesomely fantastic parking space good-bye, and sped over to AK for the opening ceremonies.
Remember how quiet the MK was the previous day? Well, this was a new day, I tell you. And there was nothing quiet about the throng of people packed onto the bridge leading into Discovery Island that morning.

We arrived a solid 15 minutes early, but couldn’t see a darned thing, though we could hear the characters’ voices babbling about being soooooo excited to see us all. Blah blah blah blah. From the confines of his stroller, Leo enjoyed an interesting view of someone’s backside while Gramma and I finalized our plan of attack. She and Leo would head straight to Kilimanjaro Safari for FP’s, while I set out on my very own adventure.
ASIDE: I’ll admit to being borderline obsessed with Mt. Everest. The one in the Himalayas, not the one at WDW, that is. I’m not exactly sure how or when this obsession started, but I’ve fantasized about making the climb for years. I’ve read “Into Thin Air” and “Left For Dead”. I’ve studied numerous picture books chronicling the history of the great Everest climbs and the mighty Sherpas who made them possible. When Discovery Channel started airing its series “Everest: Beyond the Limit”, I was right there, climbing along with Tim, Mark and Mogens. “Hi, I’m PrincessV and I have Summit Fever.” Except…I don’t really want to reach the summit. That’s a little too much work. And I’m not willing to sacrifice any fingers or toes to frostbite in my quest. My real goal is to reach Base Camp and just hang there for a season. There is a point to this endless drivel…
And it’s this: Expedition Everest may be the ONLY chance I’ll have of reaching Everest’s summit in this lifetime. I was soooo there. Yeti, shmeti. I had but one mission – reach that summit before EE experienced its first technical problem of the day.
As I rounded the corner, I saw the “line” threading its way through Asia. That can’t really all be for EE, can it?? Yep.

But, a passing CM reassured us all that it wasn’t a real line – they just hadn’t opened any of the actual waiting areas yet, so we were looking at a 10 minute wait at most. Phew! For the record, to reach the real Everest takes weeks of travel by foot and yak. TFI.
It was kind of invigorating and exciting to wait all by my lonesome. I was going for a solo ascent, and I took my time mentally preparing for the challenge ahead of me, as I looked at the artifacts along the way.
(I may or may not have tried to swipe some crampons off the ceiling.) In no time at all, I was seated next to a mom whose son and DH were in front of us. It was their first time, too, and I could tell mom was a little worried about her boy. He was 6 and thought he was ready for the big rides. She wasn’t so sure.
I was a little worried, too. Because everyone around me lacked the proper equipment for this expedition. No oxygen. No parkas. No ice picks. No protein bars. But the rule of Everest is take care of yourself and leave the weak behind, and it was too late, ‘cause we were on our way, baby!
AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
That was me and the 6 year old in front of me. Laugh-screaming our way through the Himalayas.
Was there a Yeti in that mountain?? I don’t recall. I was too busy congratulating myself on my first successful summit bid and taking in the breathtaking view from the top. It feels just like the real thing up there.
If you squint real hard and hyperventilate to the point of oxygen deprivation, that is.
Anyway, after conquering Everest, I made the natural (?) progression to Dinoland to meet up with Gramma and Leo, they having just survived the wilds of the African savannah.
I found them twirling around in their Dumbosaurus, having a prehistorically wonderful time spinning, spinning, spinning around. And, with no line, I got a turn, too. Joy.
Leo spent some time wandering around the Boneyard, but wasn’t interested in any of the slides. He kept telling me he was “scared of spiders”. I guess that’s understandable, given the size of the T Rex he’d already encountered.
Our FP’s were ripe and ready for use, so off we went for our authentic(ish) African safari. You all know the spiel by now; I won’t bore you with yet another rendition of Little’s Red’s Fight for Survival. But there was lots to see and I did manage to snap a few shots on our little adventure…
We did also see the lions, but, as I explained to Leo, they were napping and we couldn’t see very much of them. I further explained that lions sleep a LOT, like most of the day.
Leo: “Just like Gramma!”
After a quick walk through the Asian jungle, where the tigers, too, were napping “just like Gramma”, we headed over to Tusker House for lunch.
I won’t spend a lot of time on this, but let me just say: it was gooooo oooood! We just love the salmon plate there. The fish is always cooked just right and the green beans are crisp without being squeaky. I have a major problem with any vegetable that squeaks when I chew it. Meat, too, actually, but that’s never happened. Yet.
Anyway, the only bad part of lunch was Leo’s attitude. He was clearly tired and hungry, but insisted he didn’t “waaana eat”. I got him some mac&cheese anyway and we found a nice quiet table outside. Turned out he was hungry and his mood improved appreciably after a few bites. Sometimes, the 4 year old
doesn’t know best.
Good thing, too, because we had one more item to check off before leaving the AK.
In all of our many, many WDW trips, not one of us has ever seen Festival of the Lion King. In fact, I’d never even set foot in that part of the park before. I’d heard how good it was, but somehow, we just never got around to it. Well, this was the day, my friends!
We had just enough time for a potty break and entered the theater about 10 minutes before show time. It was kind of hard to see at first, coming into the theater from the sunny outdoors, and we just headed toward the first CM we saw, who was waving people over toward the seating on our left. I didn’t see any open seats in the risers there, but there were a bunch of empty spaces next to those reserved for those traveling with wheelchair-bound guests and we sat down. After we’d gotten somewhat settled, a man behind me leaned forward and said we were in the seats reserved for handicapped parties, then leaned back and went about his own business. I looked again, just to be sure we were NOT, in fact, in any spaces marked as such, and said, quietly, to Gramma that the spaces next to us were reserved, but not where we were. The wheelchairs are seated next the ends of the benches, and about 4 spaces are reserved at the end for members of those parties. We were well past those.
Then, all heck broke loose.
The woman accompanying the man behind us stood up and LOUDLY began a tirade about how those seats are “reserved for people in wheelchairs to sit” and we would be kicked out anyway, and THEY were just trying to be helpful, but “oh no, do whatever you want, you’ll see!” By the end, she was shouting and the entire area behind us was looking on in amazement.

I’d like to say her kids and DH were appropriately moritifed, but I don’t think they were; they were scowling at us like we were pond-scum.
Leo, meanwhile, was freaked out and begging me with those big eyes to fix it. So, I stood up and said, “Let’s just move.”
Meanloud woman couldn’t let it go, though, and continued with “No, no stay! Wait for a CM to tell you to move!” I just looked her in the eye and said something to the effect of “You can stop with the shouting now. We don’t even want to sit here,” and we made our way over to another CM, who led us to some seats with a waaaaay better view. While another CM proceeded to direct a few late guests….. into the seats we vacated. And none of them were in wheelchairs.
Karma, baby. heh heh.
Oh, and our group made a fine bunch of warthogs, whereas mean woman’s group made a lousy bunch of giraffes. More karma.
Once I got past the blinding rage this idiot had brought about in my psyche, I really, really enjoyed the show. Leo LOVED it.
LOVED.
IT.
Afterward, he announced that he’d like to be an acrobatic monkey when he grows up.
Seriously, this is Disney at its best. The costuming is beautiful, the choreography top-notch and the vocalists superb. I’m so glad we finally made it, despite the “opening act” in the bleachers.
We had one more stop to make before heading out – a visit with Mickey!
Leo had been looking for Mickey since we arrived at WDW and I knew we could find him there. Shoot, he’s even got his own trail!
As we got into line, I reminded Leo that we’d have to wait our turn to see Mickey and it might be a while. Did he want to wait?
Leo: “Uh huh.”
V: “Okay. Are you going to give Mickey a hug when it’s your turn?”
Leo: “Yes.”
V: “And what are you going to say to Mickey? Maybe you can ask him if he likes to eat cheese?”
Leo: “MOOMMMY – Mickey. Does. Not. Talk.”
Alrighty then.
But he does love his non-speaking-rodent-friend, and went right up to him for some cuddling and loving.
Now we were ready to head out, just before the parade got started. That’s something we’ve never done before, either, but we’d had enough with fighting the crowds and were in need of some quiet time before dinner.
As we were walking down the main drag, someone tapped my shoulder, and when I turned around, she flashed her
LGMH – it was non other than
pbnjrockette!!! She and I “met” on the “When you see other Dissers in the parks…” thread, (AKA the Fockers), and had PM’d a few times about trying to meet up during our Dec. trips. How funny that she should find me randomly, after all! We only chatted a few minutes, as she and her DH were lined up to see the parade, and I mentioned that were heading over to Boma for dinner. Guess what? The pbnjrockette’s had ADR’s for Boma that night, too, only 10 minutes later than ours! So we promised to look out for each other at the restaurant and went our separate ways.
Up next: Mmmmmm…. Zebra domes