Later we wondered over to a "deep pan Pizza" and had tea there. Then edd,
moggoot and emma went off to meet a very tired Saz who had been on a coach
for the last few days from Hereford to London [later going to Paris].
Meanwhile george explored the capital and went to the Mayfair, Pall Mall,
Regent Street, Picaddily Circus, covent garden etc. We finally met up at
Charing Cross Station and went home. Even this was easier said than done,
owing to the dippiness of a passenger who left her mobile on the train. She
caught us up on the next station and was rewarded by seeing a group of
screaming, waving idiots making crow noises, running towards her with her
mobile. It had to be seen to be believed.
The next day we had an early start and were at the Euro* station. Breakfast
was a nutrigran bar and, guess what, oasis. At the entrance there was a band
of merry musicians playing a banjo, trumpet, etc and generally annoying
everyone, and maybe themselves too. Emma became an illegal migrant when she
walked blatantly through the doors where passports were checked. (However
everyone had to show them in the Euro*). George pointed out that it was
unfair that some people risked their lives to enter this country and others
spent ages faking Id cards when Emma could just walk through the departures
gate, not showing her passport.
The Euro * was very smart, modern etc and we were soon on our way. Emma
panicked that the Channel Tunnel might collapse when we were under the
British Channel but she was proved wrong. George went into the technical
details of the tunnel design and further scared/ confused emma. However the
tunnel did not collapse and soon we were deep in the heart of France, looking
at small towns and trailer parks thru the polished windows of the euro*.
George took many pictures of this alien landscape, hopefully her finger was
not over the camera lens.
Great merriment followed upon arrival at Disney. Edd soon spotted "Space
Mountain" ride and others, many huge blots on the landscape, etc. Children in
the train went mad, but were soon suppressed by the incredible heat which was
encountered when leaving the station. The next task was to find Saz, firstly
we decided to shout her name as loud as we could- but several sore throats
and dirty looks later Saz calmly wandered up to us at the bus stop. We
squeezed into the bus - which was two joined together- and soon arrived at
the Santa Fe. Moving our buggage over to the reception, we discovered that
the room had been reserved under the name "Breeze". Maybe the French
preferred that name to "Morris" or something.
After an eternity of waiting, we were given the key to our room. We then
walked thru the beautiful blocks of rooms or "puebellos" of Santa Fe to our
rooms. We could have been forgiven for thinking that we'd just walked thru
the country of Mexico- such was the heat and length of our journey. But it
was very nice, surrounded by cacti, old Cadilacs, and fish ponds.
Our rooms were ajoining, and had ensuite bathrooms, two double beds, a TV,
continental-style windows that opened inwards, and a fan that worked at
speeds of "off" or "slow boat to china". Nevermind. They had hilarious
mexican themed rugs, lamps, mirrors- all very colourful. After dumping all
our stuff in our rooms, we set off down a path along the "Rio Grande" fake
artificial river to the Park.George found many hilarious fish in this river,
and also some ducks..
Chapter Three > > >