People might be aware of my antipathy of most humans . . . I tend to avoid crowds, or any event which has the chance of drawing even small numbers of other humans.
“What the hel . . . heck are you doing at Epcot, then?!“
Well, we like Epcot, and since Disney refuses to let us in during off-hours, we must mingle . . .
The park, indeed all the parks in the Walt Disney Orlando complex, are more crowded then we remember. We have not been here since (to the best of our recollection) 1998. That’s the previous millennium!
There are lines everywhere, and anything one wants to do involves rubbing shoulders with inconsiderate bastar . . . with others. Often, it also involves listening to little bastar . . . er, cute children trying to find the limits of their vocal chords (FYI, there does not seem to be any limit).
Otherwise, the park is much like we remember. A bit more high-tech, as everyone who works there seems to be equipped with a tablet, scanners for the bracelets the guest wear, and radios . You should see the workers trying to sweep the streets with tablets . . . there’s no app for that.
One thing that works well is scheduling a time window for the popular rides. They call it Fast Pass, and you use a separate entrance from the “standby” lines. Some rides had upwards of 70 minutes waits, and we just sailed past people. If curses and dirty looks have any power, we don’t have much longer to live.
The weather is a tad on the cool side. It usually starts out in the lower 60’s, gets up to the low 70’s, and then drops back down. I’ve not worn anything heavier than shorts and a t-shirt, but many people are wearing coats.
We spend most of our time at the World Showcase, and I don’t understand why adults bring their kids here. It’s not geared toward small snot-nosed human versions of air-raid sirens.
They are not going to appreciate the high art of the place. At best, one can tend to their alimentary needs, but even then they are not old enough to discern the difference in the fine offerings from the represented countries.
. . . and I’m not sure about adults appreciating it . . . long lines at the German eating places, and not so long at the Italian eating places.
There is the occasional point of interest which attracts the little ones. The above is a small portion of a very large and involved miniature train set/stage. Still, since it’s not interactive, most kids quickly lose interest (not so for the adults – they probably recognize the effort that went into setting this up).
The grounds are meticulous as always, despite the throngs of humanity passing through each square inch of the place. Yes, those are people off in the distance.
The architecture has held up well, still looking impressive even in this digital and CGI era.
Some of the rides, however, have not fared as well. The ride at the “Universe of Energy” is getting a bit dated. Not only is there no interactive component, but there is no roller coaster, 3D stuff, or simulators . . . one gets into the same boring rolling carriages they were using 14 years prior, going through a dated explanation of where energy comes from.
What is markedly improved, is the entertainment at the end of the day. The fireworks were something else to watch. We’ll probably watch one more fireworks show before we leave.
One thing I should mention . . . we are eating a lot, but not as much as we could. The original plan was to get to the gym once a day, but in practice this would require us to forego some of the stuff we are doing.
By the time we get back to the room we are knackered . . . I tried to do a post last night, but after messing up four different attempts (kept falling asleep), I gave up.
That means I am not burning up the breakfast eggs and toast, the fish and chips snacks, the fettuccine with prosciutto soaking in a cream sauce, the tiramisu’, various breads, crepes, muffins, chocolates, ice creams and the sugar cookies, and whatever else I’ve forgotten. Methinks I will be hitting the gym hard when I get home, and probably not eat for a week or so.
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