Finally...The Incredible(s) trip is here
Trip Start Sep 12, 2009
14Trip End Sep 19, 2009
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Isabella...who is only four (AND A HALF!!!) didn't go to sleep until 23:30...due to the excitement...we minded but didn't press her because she might sleep on the plane...and she has us wrapped around her little finger (but don't tell her).
We woke up at 04:30 and 05:00 to take a shower...since we weren't out listening to police scanners and knocking down buildings... because we don't know when will be the next time the Empire will allow us to bath.
Care to guess who got up first?
Some last minute packing and before you know it our friend was at the door to take us to the airport
Is she such a good friend or is she trying to get rid of us?
She could simply build a KONOS robot.
To make a short story longer, we finally managed to get to the airport after a dramatic drive in the non-existent New Jersey early morning traffic. Isabella is still very excited and doesn't show any signs of fatigue…unlike her parents who just want to close their eyes regardless of the villainy which is sure to ensue in the next few hours.
The flight was uneventful; even though both kids were excited…we thank the benevolent Buddy…who probably invented the portable DVD and swore our eternal gratitude to him.
Since we consider every flight a wonderful experience if we land safely, this one was no exception.
Once we got off the plane we went to pick up our luggage…ooops…we are honored guests of the Empire and not only have our luggage taken care of, but also a complementary ride to the Lodge itself
It remains to be seen whether said ride will be a happy-go-lucky bus, a supermobile or a pumpkin coach. Isabella is hoping for the pumpkin coach…Jakey for a supermobile...we're not…because it’s not air-conditioned…but it would be thrill if it were a pumpkin or a supermobile.
The transportation happens to be a happy-go-luck bus with the Empire’s propaganda plastered all over the ceiling. To keep you from escaping the Empire produced a first rate movie of what is "supposedly" expected of you while you are in their grasp.
We don’t believe the propaganda which shows happy children playing in the sun while being guarded by large and menacing sentries dressed as rodents and dogs.
While this propaganda took the mind of the kids of the ensuing horrors which I’m sure are to come, I keep my eyes and ears open for super powered domestic beings wearing red tights … and keep praying for the merciful Bomb Voyage to come save us using Buddy’s incredible brain power and wonderful gadgets
Alas – no such luck and we arrived safely at the Animal Kingdom Lodge where we were greeted with a "welcome home" cheer from every Imperial guard. Since we checked in on-line before we arrived, our package was safely waiting for us and we were quickly ushered to our slave quarters – or as the Empire refers to them “guest rooms”.
I must admit that the Empire’s slave quarters are not bad…for slave quarters that is. The décor is nice, even though simple with an African theme…I can only imagine that the quarters which belong to the Empire’s elite must be gilded with gold.
Since our Imperial guard left us alone, we decided to take a quick dip in the Imperial slaves’ watering hole…or as the Empire refers to it – “pool”. We were smart enough to pack our swimsuits in our carry-on bags…because we plan…unless we don’t…and because the Empire will have possession our luggage for the next several hours.
We changed quickly and modestly…because the Empire has cameras outside our balcony (supposedly to protect the animals – but we know the real reason, don’t we?)…and because we had a feeling that some super heroine teenager with an attitude and the uncanny ability to become invisible might be spying on us
We ate some lunch at the Mara, a restaurant near the Imperial slaves’ watering hole and wandered to the watering hole itself. As far as watering holes go…OK, I’ll use the Imperial term just once…pool…it was one of the best ones we’ve been to.
We also bought the official Imperial mugs…to show our allegiance. Those mugs are carried by all Imperial slaves and can be refilled with the Empire’s drinks of choice (soda, water, tea or coffee) as many times as possible.
Now we felt as official Imperial slaves – we nodded to other Imperial cup holders…they nodded back…we sipped…they sipped back…you get the picture.
The Empire is very careful not to lose any of its slaves and supplies several Imperial sentries (cleverly disguised as “lifeguards”) to watch over their property…making sure no-one drowns or jumps the fence to Sunset Savannah and mixes impure blood with flamingos, impalas, or wildebeest. The Empire also dishes out complimentary life vests for future Imperial slaves, and also supplies them with much needed exercise by making them climb a deceivingly beautiful trail to the top of the water slide
Jakey fell in the Empire’s trap immediately and began sliding, however it took Isabella 5 tries..or was it 4 (AND A HALF!!!)... of going up the trail before daring to go down the Imperial slide. This slide must have been designed by the famed Imperial fashionista Edna “E” Mode and its alluring aura has taken many young’uns in her grasp.
After about 50 turns on the Imperial “E” slide we finally noticed something amiss and put an end to the foolishness. Hoping the Empire has delivered our luggage we went up to our slave quarters. Our luggage were waiting for us in our room, with no sign of “breaking and entering” – however upon feeling the lock I felt a cold chill going through my spine.
That could only means one thing – Frozone!
We quickly changed and went to eat at Boma restaurant where slave and non-slave alike share meals – a great honor for the like of our ilk. The food was delicious and we ate hearty because tomorrow we dine in HELL!!!…OK, not hell...just the Florida hot and humid weather.
Isabella has already informed us that she loves Disney!
She hasn’t been to Disney yet…the Evil Empire at work again!