Queenie
Mouseketeer
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Cast:
Me: Sophie (18/19) - 2nd Trip
Scott (30) - 7th Trip, My best friend and housemate
Linda (5?) Lost Count of Trips, Scotts Mum
Graham (5?) Lost Count of Trips, Scotts Dad
We get up and laze around the apartment chatting as Linda and Graham are going back home today. Eventually we say our goodbyes and we drive down to Disney's Boardwalk - an entirely DIS inspired trip as Scott hadn't been aware of it until I'd read about it. We take our time strolling about taking photos and we head slowly around the lake to the Yacht & Beach Clubs where we take a nosy in the lobbys and around the pool.
We find Beaches & Cream where we stop to have lunch. We both order turkey sanwiches but I am not impressed at all, Scott on the other hand enjoys his.
After we've eaten we carry on our walk around the nearly deserted resorts taking more photos and video and eventually get back to the Boardwalk via the Swan & Dolphin where we get two (what were we thinking?) brownie cheesecakes from the bakery. Both of us barely manage a third of them so we pack them up and take them with us.
Next up is a drive to the Mercado where the Titanic Exhibition is located. I had wanted to do this the previous year but talked myself out of it due to the cost. I regretted it and so decide to do it this year as I've always loved anything Titanic related. The exhibit is great, a perfect blend of acting and history. We are lkead through the rooms by a variet of characters from the ship including Molly Brown. There are some items from the ship iself and replicas of rooms on board as well as lots of photos and newspaper articles. One of the most interesting exhibits is a big block of ice that has been chilled down to the temperature of the water on the night of the sinking. The challenge is to hold your hand flat against it and see how long you can keep it there - I doubt I managed two seconds it was so cold. The final section is probably the most emotional. Your attraction ticket is a replica of a Titanic ticket and has the name of a random individual who sailed printed on it. In the final room is are massive boards with all the names on, showing who lived and who died. You find the name on your ticket on the baords to see if you made it. I was Miss Ruth Bowker, a crew member from Ware and I survived. Scott wasn't so lucky, he was Mr Frank John Goldsmith, a third class passenger froud Stroud immigrating to Detroit, he didn't make it but his wife and child did. The most shocking part is seeing just how many names are shown as "died".
I get a postcard and a pressed quarter before we drive over to Belz where I get a few bits including a bargain Gap denim jacket. Next on our route is Michael's, an enormous craft superstore where I spend $17 on scrapbooking stuff in a heartbeat! We try to find the Lake Buena Vista stores and fail - this time - so instead we go to the Pirate's Cove minigolf course. This thing is the most insane mini golf course I have ever seen and I can't imagine much rivalling it any time soon. You go up and down the side of mountains and through streams - not like our little piddly things at Blackpool that I was raised on!
Nearby is a Hooters so we decide to check it out for a laugh, I've been to one in Nottingham and they make great curly fries, the two words in the English language that are best for convincing Scott to eat anywhere! We get some fried cheese sticks to start (yum!) and for our entrees Scott gets chicken strips and I choose a steak sandwich. The food is ok but nothing spectacular. When we're done we drive down to Old Town for the evening. Scott races a go-kart with me as his passenger and I have a look through the books in a tattoo parlour, without getting anything done. We watch the crazy people on the big bungee swing thing and stand watching the G-Force cars race down their tracks so fast you barely even see them move. We both enjoy looking at the row of classic cars parked up from the weekly rally before heading back to Summer Bay.
The place seems so empty now that Linda and Graham are gone, we hope they got off on time as we move our stuff from the second bedroom to the (better) main one which has the ensuite, lake view and private jacuzzi before hitting the sack after not such a lazy day after all.
Me: Sophie (18/19) - 2nd Trip
Scott (30) - 7th Trip, My best friend and housemate
Linda (5?) Lost Count of Trips, Scotts Mum
Graham (5?) Lost Count of Trips, Scotts Dad
We get up and laze around the apartment chatting as Linda and Graham are going back home today. Eventually we say our goodbyes and we drive down to Disney's Boardwalk - an entirely DIS inspired trip as Scott hadn't been aware of it until I'd read about it. We take our time strolling about taking photos and we head slowly around the lake to the Yacht & Beach Clubs where we take a nosy in the lobbys and around the pool.
We find Beaches & Cream where we stop to have lunch. We both order turkey sanwiches but I am not impressed at all, Scott on the other hand enjoys his.
After we've eaten we carry on our walk around the nearly deserted resorts taking more photos and video and eventually get back to the Boardwalk via the Swan & Dolphin where we get two (what were we thinking?) brownie cheesecakes from the bakery. Both of us barely manage a third of them so we pack them up and take them with us.
Next up is a drive to the Mercado where the Titanic Exhibition is located. I had wanted to do this the previous year but talked myself out of it due to the cost. I regretted it and so decide to do it this year as I've always loved anything Titanic related. The exhibit is great, a perfect blend of acting and history. We are lkead through the rooms by a variet of characters from the ship including Molly Brown. There are some items from the ship iself and replicas of rooms on board as well as lots of photos and newspaper articles. One of the most interesting exhibits is a big block of ice that has been chilled down to the temperature of the water on the night of the sinking. The challenge is to hold your hand flat against it and see how long you can keep it there - I doubt I managed two seconds it was so cold. The final section is probably the most emotional. Your attraction ticket is a replica of a Titanic ticket and has the name of a random individual who sailed printed on it. In the final room is are massive boards with all the names on, showing who lived and who died. You find the name on your ticket on the baords to see if you made it. I was Miss Ruth Bowker, a crew member from Ware and I survived. Scott wasn't so lucky, he was Mr Frank John Goldsmith, a third class passenger froud Stroud immigrating to Detroit, he didn't make it but his wife and child did. The most shocking part is seeing just how many names are shown as "died".
I get a postcard and a pressed quarter before we drive over to Belz where I get a few bits including a bargain Gap denim jacket. Next on our route is Michael's, an enormous craft superstore where I spend $17 on scrapbooking stuff in a heartbeat! We try to find the Lake Buena Vista stores and fail - this time - so instead we go to the Pirate's Cove minigolf course. This thing is the most insane mini golf course I have ever seen and I can't imagine much rivalling it any time soon. You go up and down the side of mountains and through streams - not like our little piddly things at Blackpool that I was raised on!
Nearby is a Hooters so we decide to check it out for a laugh, I've been to one in Nottingham and they make great curly fries, the two words in the English language that are best for convincing Scott to eat anywhere! We get some fried cheese sticks to start (yum!) and for our entrees Scott gets chicken strips and I choose a steak sandwich. The food is ok but nothing spectacular. When we're done we drive down to Old Town for the evening. Scott races a go-kart with me as his passenger and I have a look through the books in a tattoo parlour, without getting anything done. We watch the crazy people on the big bungee swing thing and stand watching the G-Force cars race down their tracks so fast you barely even see them move. We both enjoy looking at the row of classic cars parked up from the weekly rally before heading back to Summer Bay.
The place seems so empty now that Linda and Graham are gone, we hope they got off on time as we move our stuff from the second bedroom to the (better) main one which has the ensuite, lake view and private jacuzzi before hitting the sack after not such a lazy day after all.
