We awoke to noticeably calmer seas, which was a relief. It was nice to be able to walk straight down a corridor. We were up and on deck 9 for breakfast by 8:00 a.m., early enough to see
Castaway Cay fast approaching. After eating, the kids and I wandered the top deck, checking out the island as the captain did another Crazy Ivan to dock the ship.
I turned to Scotty. "Do you know where we are?" I asked. "We're in California," he said proudly. As we all know, California is a tiny island located a couple hundred miles off the eastern coast of Florida. (Note to self: buy map.) Of course, he gets a pass, being 3 years old.
Now this was exciting. I was looking forward to Castaway Cay more than anything else on the cruise. Gimme a tropical beach anyday.
The island really is just a tiny piece of land. You can see the entire width and breadth of it from the top deck of the ship. It's certainly big enough for Disney's purposes, but it still felt like a remote, secret getaway, which is probably what they're going for.
On the plus side, my in-laws were now feeling better and wanted to join us on the beach. On the downside, my FIL decided he needed a wheelchair. So, instead of being first off the ship, we were at guest services. I pushed him in his chair down to deck 1, where we made our way off and then spent several minutes gathering towels and waiting for a cast member to arrive in a golf cart, which would transport the in-laws and their wheelchair to the village, where they'd have to get another, all-surface wheelchair. Got all that?
We chose to walk to the beach, seeing as how it was a short walk, and we wanted to take pictures and stop at the post office along the way to mail postcards.
Note to future cruisers: we found out the hard way that the post office does not sell postcards. Naturally, they are available in the shop at the village. So we had to postpone that for later. As we walked in, we passed Captain Jack Sparrow, taking pictures. We skipped him, since the kids aren't old enough to watch the movies yet. Closer to the village, we found Mickey, posing for pictures against the backdrop of the beach and the beautiful Disney Wonder. Figuring this was our one shot to get a picture with Mickey with little wait, we got in line.
Just 2 families remained ahead of us when a stray passing cloud began to drizzle rain on us. The cast members, unsure of how long it would last, announced they were moving Mickey to an alternate location. We followed them over to Scuttle's Cove. There, we became one of only 4 families to obtain the rare and scenic "Scuttle's Cove Trash Can" background for our picture.
Naturally, the sun returned approximately 90 seconds after we finished. We had a great day for the beach--mid-80's, sunny, moderate breeze to keep the bugs away. Perfect.
We made our way to the family beach, and found the in-laws waiting for us on a chair under an umbrella, with FIL sitting comfortably in his all-terrain wheelchair. It's basically a wheelchair with huge donut-shaped plastic wheels. I was hoping for a 4-cyl. engine, GPS and satellite radio, but alas. Anyway, the beach is beautiful:
From here, Julie and MIL took the kids down to the water while I went and got snorkel gear. I had read on these here boards that the best time to snorkel was the morning, before the waters get churned up and cloudy. I put on my gear and went right in. The water temp felt roughly mid-70's or so, which is about as warm as the ocean ever gets back home in DE, so it felt fine to me.
The cruise write-ups all tell you about the snorkeling lagoon, and how Disney sunk a few items under the sea for intrepid swimmers to discover, which sounds really cool. What they fail to mention is that you have to swim the width of the English Channel to get there. I have no idea how far it was, but I finally made it as far as the distant lifeguard, who helpfully suggested that if I was tired, I should head back in. Thanks, buddy.
By this time, the water was between 10-15' deep, so I had to tread water (aided by my life vest, of course). I went out in search of the sunken items, trying to follow the boot--uh, buoys. My mask kept fogging up about every 10 feet, so it was slow going, and I had a little salt water in my nose/mouth. I did manage to find the shipwreck, though:
For some reason, my cheap disposable underwater camera didn't take magazine-quality pictures. I tried going further, but then I ran into these guys:
I asked them if they knew how to get to Sydney, but they just ignored me. At this point, I was done. I was exhausted, and didn't want to fight through a school of strange fish. So, I turned in. I was a little disappointed I didn't find Mickey, but I was tired of swallowing salt water and cleaning the mask every few seconds. 3 hours later, I reached land.
We spent the rest of the morning playing on the sand and in the water.
At lunch time, I schlepped FIL and his wheelchair (just what I needed after all that swimming) over to Cookie's for lunch, which was really a nice spread. Burgers, dogs, chicken, ribs, etc. Good stuff. And soft-serve cookie-dough ice cream, which I had never seen before, but was a cup of awesomeness, just as it sounds.
The in-laws were ready to go back to the ship by then, so we spent some time taking them back and sorting out the wheelchair situation. With that finally resolved, we rented bikes for the afternoon in order to explore the island a little more. The kids loved it. My wife...did not. She had not ridden a bike in 20 years, and apparently riding a bike is not just like...well, riding a bike. She struggled, but just couldn't get the balance, which proved extremely frustrating for her. I felt terrible, especially since the kids were having a blast. She soldiered down the runway for a while, and then finally said she couldn't keep going, but for us to go on ahead. I felt horrible for her.
The kids raced ahead, and we found the observation tower on the bike path. They had a great time climbing up and using the binoculars to look back at the ship.
In case you're interested, here's the north side of Castaway Cay (but not the back side of water):
Both Sarah and David declared bike-riding on Castaway Cay to be one of their favorite trip activities. I was surprised how much they enjoyed it.
Afterwards, we found Mommy and spent some time browsing the gift shop (there's only one place to get Castaway Cay merchandise, after all) and taking pictures.
For me, Castaway Cay was easily the highlight of the trip. I loved this place. I would have been happy if Disney had cancelled all other stops/days at sea and just spent the week here. 8 hours ashore did not feel like it was enough.
Bidding a reluctant farewell, we climbed back aboard the Wonder and got dressed for dinner, again in Parrot Cay. This was Pirate night, which involved a new menu and later on, the Pirates In The Caribbean Deck Party.
FOODIES: I chose the Buccaneer's Sun-Ripened Pineapple (with a coconut-crusted banana and orange glaze) for the appetizer, and the main course was Jack Sparrow's Barbecue Marinated Beef Short Ribs (with Tamarind Barbecue Sauce, Onion Red Bliss Mashed Potatoes and a Plantain Chip). Dessert was Walk the Triple Layered Chocolate Gangplank Cake (and fall into a rich Dark Chocolate Sauce).
NON-GOURMET ENGLISH TRANSLATION: Sweet, juicy, tender and heavenly pineapple. I did not touch the coconut banana thing. Ribs, bbq sauce and mashed potatoes: fantastic. Ribs fell right off the bone. I have no idea what a plantain chip is, so I left it alone. Chocolate cake, which was terrific. This was my favorite meal of the cruise.
The in-laws went straight to their room once again, and we put the kids down for bed. We left our connecting door open so the in-laws could check on the kids while Julie and I went to see the debut of A Christmas Carol in the Walt Disney Theater (in 3-D). How cool is it that they can show first-run movies? Sure, it helps that they own the movies, but still.
The movie was...well, weird. It had nice visuals and acting. Stayed faithful to the story. But the tone was odd. For the most part, it was very dark and dour, and there were some scary/creepy scenes that we were surprised made it into a PG movie. But every so often, there'd be a scene that felt like it was lifted straight out of Looney Tunes. At one point, Scrooge is shrunk down to 6 inches and being chased while talking like Chip and Dale, for pete's sake. Like I said, very odd tone shifts.
We went back upstairs to get ready for the Pirates party (we weren't dressing up or anything, but did want to see the fireworks). We opened our stateroom door, immediately looked at each other, and said, "Why does it smell like vomit in here?"
A quick investigation revealed that poor Big Dave was the culprit. He had blown chunks all over the Happiest Boat on Earth.
Or at least, the sofa bed and the wall. Worse, he was still sleeping in it.
We got him out of bed, half-awake, and Julie bathed him while I stripped the sheets and called housekeeping. A guy named Rodrigo drew the short straw and came up to help. He went to work dis-infecting the sofa (complete with rubber gloves and mask) while we got Dave cleaned and dressed. It goes without saying that Rodrigo got a very nice tip.
Ever want to see the sofa bed taken apart? Here you go:
By the time Dave was back in bed and everything was clean, the fireworks had already begun. If we craned our necks enough, we could just make out a few bursts from our porthole. We never found out what made Dave sick. He never had a fever, never showed signs of motion sickness, and was fine the next day.
In the next installment: how much coin can we drop in the gift shop? And Stitch attacks my son!
