SimmerBaggins
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We met up with Melissa after ST, and she suggested we go check out ToT, I think -- I know I really wanted to ride the Rockin'Rollercoaster, too.
Neither Jordan nor I had been on the ToT in our past Disney trips -- she had been too young to really want to try it, and I'm not a huge fan of dropping rides. But, we swore we'd do it, so off we went...me, with a sense of trepidition which I tried to hide.
Robert didn't want to go, so Jacob stayed with him. The line said 30 min, I think -- but I know it was far more than that.
What I love about Disney is that they attempt to entertain you during your line-stay. Here's a sign that brings in the realism of the fact that this is a hotel you are nearing.
There IS a sense of anticipation...at least, for Jordan, Emily & I. I took this picture of Jordan, while asking her to be serious about the fact that this will be a scary ride. She's standing in front of a fountain that doesn't have any water in it.
I spotted this statuary in the garden -- it feels more like a statue for a cemetery.
This is an old hotel, isn't it? How old? Well....
We've been in line over an hour, now. We are nearing the doorway of the entrance into the hotel. I remember thinking that my DH would be wondering what happened to us, if the wait was only 30 min. Check out the angle of the porch light...a sense of foreboding...
One last look over the terrace, and I notice how high up we are. How did that happen?
...and in we go. What once must have looked lush and inviting, now looks lost and forlorn. What happened??
I haven't been in many old, old hotels, but this one began to look more like a dungeon.
I got a last, close-up photo of the game on the table, and the dusty rose.
Okay, so which is it? Old fancy, international hotel, or a front for a dungeon??
Who would have left his hat and coat so neatly piled?
And, why?
It was at this point that we went into the first little room. A little room where they begin to scare you...with a little pre-show. It was so funny -- I expected my DGD to begin to back out, but she would not. As it was, immediately after the little show was over -- they opened another door -- and a little boy began SCREAMING in abject horror:
"NOOOOO! NOOOOO! Oh, NO! I don't wanna...NOOO!"
...as his mother and father begin hauling him out of the room through the door, he drags his feet as if death awaited him on the other side. All the other children (and adults) stare at him...as the mutual, silent feeling rises in those who've not been on the other side of this door.
My opinion: they should have PAID that little boy, he was so on cue.
They got the boy through the boiler room, and I lost track of him after that.
We got in the ride, and I have to say, I was apprehensive. Not by what we'd see, but by what the ride would be like.
And yes, Jordan and I agree, it was like a huge job that never ended: try to keep your butt in the seat. We held onto the little iron rails on either side and just screamed -- I couldn't pay attention to anything other than "try to stay with this seat!!" Emily buried her head in my side, and I couldn't have done anything for either her or Jordan, anyway!! Jordan loved it. I wasn't so sure I did, but I'd ride it again.
Emily swore up and down she liked it -- I KNOW she really liked the fact that she survived, and that was the reason. Here's the picture of the official picture: note that Melissa is taking our picture.
Neither Jordan nor I had been on the ToT in our past Disney trips -- she had been too young to really want to try it, and I'm not a huge fan of dropping rides. But, we swore we'd do it, so off we went...me, with a sense of trepidition which I tried to hide.

Robert didn't want to go, so Jacob stayed with him. The line said 30 min, I think -- but I know it was far more than that.

What I love about Disney is that they attempt to entertain you during your line-stay. Here's a sign that brings in the realism of the fact that this is a hotel you are nearing.

There IS a sense of anticipation...at least, for Jordan, Emily & I. I took this picture of Jordan, while asking her to be serious about the fact that this will be a scary ride. She's standing in front of a fountain that doesn't have any water in it.

I spotted this statuary in the garden -- it feels more like a statue for a cemetery.

This is an old hotel, isn't it? How old? Well....

We've been in line over an hour, now. We are nearing the doorway of the entrance into the hotel. I remember thinking that my DH would be wondering what happened to us, if the wait was only 30 min. Check out the angle of the porch light...a sense of foreboding...

One last look over the terrace, and I notice how high up we are. How did that happen?

...and in we go. What once must have looked lush and inviting, now looks lost and forlorn. What happened??

I haven't been in many old, old hotels, but this one began to look more like a dungeon.

I got a last, close-up photo of the game on the table, and the dusty rose.

Okay, so which is it? Old fancy, international hotel, or a front for a dungeon??

Who would have left his hat and coat so neatly piled?
And, why?

It was at this point that we went into the first little room. A little room where they begin to scare you...with a little pre-show. It was so funny -- I expected my DGD to begin to back out, but she would not. As it was, immediately after the little show was over -- they opened another door -- and a little boy began SCREAMING in abject horror:
"NOOOOO! NOOOOO! Oh, NO! I don't wanna...NOOO!"
...as his mother and father begin hauling him out of the room through the door, he drags his feet as if death awaited him on the other side. All the other children (and adults) stare at him...as the mutual, silent feeling rises in those who've not been on the other side of this door.
My opinion: they should have PAID that little boy, he was so on cue.
They got the boy through the boiler room, and I lost track of him after that.
We got in the ride, and I have to say, I was apprehensive. Not by what we'd see, but by what the ride would be like.
And yes, Jordan and I agree, it was like a huge job that never ended: try to keep your butt in the seat. We held onto the little iron rails on either side and just screamed -- I couldn't pay attention to anything other than "try to stay with this seat!!" Emily buried her head in my side, and I couldn't have done anything for either her or Jordan, anyway!! Jordan loved it. I wasn't so sure I did, but I'd ride it again.
Emily swore up and down she liked it -- I KNOW she really liked the fact that she survived, and that was the reason. Here's the picture of the official picture: note that Melissa is taking our picture.

