When I got back to the hotel, I wasn’t really tired- I just felt
really gross. I freshened up then headed down to
Jiko for the free culinary tour.
I believe this is offered every day, or at least most days. Check the board of resort activities in the lobby or watch you resort information channel on TV for the exact time. On this day it was at 4pm. We met in the bar area of Jiko and watched with envy as the Culinary Safari people headed out on their expedition. (That tour is
not free! That tour takes a small group out on the savannah in an open jeep-type. They tour the savannahs and enjoy a Jiko meal packed in a basket.)
We had a pretty good sized group for our tour- about 20 people. (I was so worried I would be the only one!) Our guide first walked us through Jiko, then through Boma, pointing out hidden Mickeys and different architectural details that we may not notice on our own. In Jiko, we sat down and one of the chefs put out baskets with 3 different breads and 3 different dips. She explained what each one was and what African spices were used. They were all delicious and I’m not sure I would’ve tried them on my own.
The chef who guided us through Boma didn’t seem as happy to be showing us around but then again it was almost time for the restaurant to open so I’m sure she had other things on her mind! As we were leaving, some of the Boma cast members were preparing to open and were all lined up with drums and other instruments. We lingered awhile and listed to them play and sing. This little tour was only about 30-40 minutes long and was a nice diversion from all the things I normally do at WDW. The point of it is to get you to come back and dine in Jiko or Boma. From what I understand, they don’t always serve you samples but you may luck out like I did! I enjoyed learning some trivia about the restaurants and having a chance to learn a little something about African cuisine.
When I got back to the room, Jenny informed me that she was more tired than she realized and that she preferred to take it easy and stay in the hotel that night. No worries. I headed back to the MK around 6:30pm. SpectroMagic is my favorite of all the night time entertainment options in the parks. I found a great spot in front of the Hall of Presidents.
As it got closer to parade time, the area really started to fill in. There was a tiny sliver of space between me and the woman on my left. An older woman and a little girl came up and asked it anyone was sitting there. We both said no, and proceeded to scoot over as much as we could, thinking we were being nice making room for Grandma and her little granddaughter. Then came the rest of the family. They proceeded to cram in FIVE girls between 3 and 8 years old, 2 grandparents. 2 parents PLUS a stroller! Obviously, the people behind us were now having to re-adjust and make room for these people too. We were all just looking at each other like, “Can you believe this?” And once they had taken over all this space, did they sit quietly and wait for the parade? Of course not. One adult went off in search of pizza, another took one of the girls to buy an autograph book because she just had to have it right that minute. Another adult was running back and forth with popcorn, sodas, waters, ice cream. I had popcorn spilled on my head, soda spilled down my back and I was poked, prodded and stepped on every time someone had to leave or return to the area. (And not one apology or excuse me.) The nice lady next to me saw what was happening and had one of her kids sit in her lap so that I’d have more room- but that just made the lunatic family think they could surge forward and crowd me some more. So I did what any mature adult would do. I reached into my backpack and took out my tube containing 15 glow stick bracelets. I methodically cracked them, activating all the pretty colors. I put on a couple bracelets. Then I took the rest of them and turned to people on my right and behind me and gave all the kids one (with their parent’s permission!) Did the horrible family on my left notice? You bet! Now before you feel bad for the 5 girls on my left and think that I purposely made them feel bad, consider what I heard for 20-30 minutes since they sat down. “Mommy! I want a blinking flower!” “Mommy- Get me one of those light up princesses!” “Gramma- get me one of those light up Tinkerbells!” Daddy- I don’t like my flower. I want a blinking necklace.” Gimme, I want, I want, I want…..And they got every one of those things! They had to spend over $140 at the cart with all the light-up toys! And the kids were never satisfied. I kind of felt sorry for them. They'd beg and whine for something, get it, play with it for ten minutes then not want it anymore.
The kids on my right were well behaved and didn’t beg their parents for anything. They were genuinely thrilled to get the bracelets and they said “Thank You”. I’m sure that little glow bracelet made those kids happier than anything the obnoxious family had purchased. Luckily SpectroMagic soon passed by and I was able to loose myself in the spectacle of color and light!
Afterwards, I was a little frazzled though so I decided to skip Wishes and go on some rides. During Wishes I was able to walk onto HM and Peter Pan! I never go on Peter Pan because the line is always stupid-long. Side note - have you ever been in the Peter Pan ride when the fireworks are going on? The noise is crazy! It startled me at first! I didn't realize what it was - it sounded like bombs going off!
After that, I walked onto Small World- literally. There was not a single person in line. I was the only one in my boat, plus the boats around me were empty! It was like having the ride to myself. (And I actually
like Small World! Do I want to hear the song when I'm not on the ride? Not so much. But I do like the ride.)
After Wishes, the park really cleared out. It was an EMH night. They had recently done away with the wristbands and it was my first time having to show my room key to get on rides. What a P.I.T.A! I rode a few rides, shopped a little then started to get a little lonely so I headed “home” to the resort.
When I got back to the hotel, I was a little worried as I approached the room. There was music thumping and 22 year old male underwear models were going in and out of our room. Niffer was obviously having a party. I could barely get in the door! There was even a Zebra in the bathroom!
At least, that's what I recall. Niffer may have a different version...