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23rd December
Our second visit to Disney was a sellout. We arrived early only to discover that we'd left the tickets back at the hotel. By the time I'd returned half Southern California had made their way in to the Park. Twenty minutes later the rest of Southern California had filed in and the ticket booths put up the 'Full House' signs. We hurried off to the Nemo ride hoping that our early start might get us there with only a 90 minute wait only to discover that those pesky Southern Californians had beaten us to the punch and that the waiting time was double. Undeterred, we got a fast pass for the Indiana Jones ride. Jordan and Ella's reluctance to travel in anything that wasn't shaped like a teacup meant that we had three spare tickets which I magnanimously passed on to an American family (as the Fast Pass wait was now over 4 hours).
Disney really have mastered the art of making extremely long queues appear relatively short. They have series of mazes, tunnels, corners and stairs where you keep moving and get the feeling you are getting closer to the eventual ride only to turn a corner and see a sign that reads, '45 minutes wait from this point'. But Nic and I we're in the fast queue and thought that after 20 minutes of a seemingly endless but very authentic looking underground maze that we were all set to go.
We were at the top of the stairs that led to the ride directly below and the American family was smiling gratefully at us. Unexpectedly the line halted and we commenced waiting and continued waiting and then did some more waiting. 30 minutes later the queue commenced moving and we went down to the point of embarkation only to be informed that there was a problem with the ride and that we'd have to come back later in the day. Thus we began our 15 minute exiting phase where I kept my head straight and tried to avoid the American family that I'd given tickets to so they could enjoy an hour long underground short cut to the overcrowded streets. It would have been worse, though, for all the people in the regular queue who'd already been waiting for well over two hours.
We went back to the hotel for a break and returned in the evening and went to the Disney California Dreaming Park. This was much quieter and we went on some low thrill rides that involved teacups and trains in the shape of bulging caterpillars. Nic was disappointed that the giant roller coaster was decommissioned and Jordan managed to receive a couple of driving infringement notices on the Dodgems. We stayed for the parade but slight winds meant no fireworks.
Our second visit to Disney was a sellout. We arrived early only to discover that we'd left the tickets back at the hotel. By the time I'd returned half Southern California had made their way in to the Park. Twenty minutes later the rest of Southern California had filed in and the ticket booths put up the 'Full House' signs. We hurried off to the Nemo ride hoping that our early start might get us there with only a 90 minute wait only to discover that those pesky Southern Californians had beaten us to the punch and that the waiting time was double. Undeterred, we got a fast pass for the Indiana Jones ride. Jordan and Ella's reluctance to travel in anything that wasn't shaped like a teacup meant that we had three spare tickets which I magnanimously passed on to an American family (as the Fast Pass wait was now over 4 hours).
Disney really have mastered the art of making extremely long queues appear relatively short. They have series of mazes, tunnels, corners and stairs where you keep moving and get the feeling you are getting closer to the eventual ride only to turn a corner and see a sign that reads, '45 minutes wait from this point'. But Nic and I we're in the fast queue and thought that after 20 minutes of a seemingly endless but very authentic looking underground maze that we were all set to go.
We were at the top of the stairs that led to the ride directly below and the American family was smiling gratefully at us. Unexpectedly the line halted and we commenced waiting and continued waiting and then did some more waiting. 30 minutes later the queue commenced moving and we went down to the point of embarkation only to be informed that there was a problem with the ride and that we'd have to come back later in the day. Thus we began our 15 minute exiting phase where I kept my head straight and tried to avoid the American family that I'd given tickets to so they could enjoy an hour long underground short cut to the overcrowded streets. It would have been worse, though, for all the people in the regular queue who'd already been waiting for well over two hours.
We went back to the hotel for a break and returned in the evening and went to the Disney California Dreaming Park. This was much quieter and we went on some low thrill rides that involved teacups and trains in the shape of bulging caterpillars. Nic was disappointed that the giant roller coaster was decommissioned and Jordan managed to receive a couple of driving infringement notices on the Dodgems. We stayed for the parade but slight winds meant no fireworks.
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