Afterwards, we step back out into the blazing sun, margaritaless but not without purpose. Senor Donald (that's Donald in stereotypical Mexican garb) will be arriving soon, and we don't want to miss him!
As we wait in line, two Japanese girls join us and take a liking to the kids' autograph books. To be exact, they love them - especially the Duffy page, signed last Friday. I told you - Japanese girls dig Duffy.
I take a picture of the backdrop. If Kristin had ordered the PhotoPass CD by now, I would show you this with, you know, the character in front of them, but for now, you just have to use your imagination:
Hold on, I just remembered - we DO have the PhotoPass CD! How could I forget? Especially since I just resized a few of those pictures just 15 minutes ago...but let's just ignore that fact, alright? Good. Thanks. Here are the "reals":
Or one of them, anyway. To avoid subjecting anyone to "pictures of our kids overload", I'll reserve the shots of Emily to when she's with a Princess. Or a Pooh character. Or Mickey. Ok, whatever - it's over to Norway, and I'm getting a beer. I don't care how hot it is. Well, actually, I DO care, but it's more of a "reason for" for me. I get a Carlsberg, which is about the best Norwegian beer you can get outside here. Or inside, for that matter. Not a huge selection here, though I couldn't honestly tell you how big the selection in "real Norway" is, either.
I read an article about the uncertainty of this pavilion's future, at least in it's current form, but that's too depressing to think about in this Trip Report. It's all rainbows and sunshine here!
And Viking stuff. Yes, I know there really is very little in common between the Norse Vikings and those who still have a big question mark at quarterback, but if I can't suspend disbelief in Disney World, where can I? We go inside the "church" and read about Vikings history, which goes like this:
Viking A was in power until he was brutally slain by Viking B. Viking B was a great king and is credited for many advances of the time, until he was killed by Viking C. And on and on it goes. No electoral college. No primaries (sorry, Iowa!). You want to be king? You know what to do.
But those were much simpler times. Much more dangerous and bloody, but simpler. These guys somehow fit into all of it:
Kristin takes the kids to the Kidcot table, and I head over for Maelstrom FPs. I still have three minutes until I can get my next batch, so I wait it out, playing the "insert Keys to the Kingdom until the FP machine stops spitting out dud FPs" game. Jackpot! 4 FPs for Maelstrom, to go right next to our Test Track FPs from earlier. I love hording Fast Passes!
I head into the store, after getting some random shots:
Speaking of shots, inside the store, you can buy bottles of authentic Norwegian vodka, at authentic American theme park prices. I'll pass! But I won't pass on the hat pictures:
We had a good conversation with the CM at the Kidcot table, but the phrase of the day comes straight from "Trading Places", as every sentence we utter can easily be topped off with "surely from Sweden!"
I have since found out that I am misquoting that somewhat (It's "for sure, from Sweden", apparently), but I've been saying it that way for too long, and no one remembers much of "Trading Places" anyway.
I pointed out Princess Aurora to Emily from outside of Akershus, and then it's inside to the Maelstrom. We don't need our FPs, so we save them for later. Great ride, and one of the classics in this park, if you ask me. And since you're voluntarily reading my TR, I'd say you DID ask me.
We walk into the feature film, "Norway in the 1980s", about halfway in, so we miss the parts about how much Norway sucks because of the horrible weather and inevitable death at sea, but manage to catch the parts about how awesome it is because of the people and the culture and the history and Adrian Peterson and Percy Harvin and those awesome purple helmets. I think I'd like to visit Norway some time, but definitely in the least cold season. Not a fan of the cold, no sir. Yet here I am, in Pennsylvania. Go figure.
But here we are in Florida. Sunny, 96-degree Florida. And here I am telling you that this concludes our updates for the night. Sure, I could write more, and I may, but I think I'll save those for tomorrow. See you then!
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