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Disney World Florida

Best two weeks ever!!

So the best points. Oh my god! Well just about everything Disney! If I had to list them I would be here forever. So I shall list the bad points and the personal peeves I have with a two week trip to Orlando Florida. 

1. Everything is so expensive. I shall have to sell the family silver, take out a bank loan, and eat beans on toast for a year! But its worth every penny. To be fair, half the problem is the exchange rate. You are not getting a lot for GBP sterling at the moment. We stayed at a Disney resort so we were a bit more limited on places to eat as we had no car. We did taxi to a local mall but prices for shopping and eating out were not much different.

2. Everything is so big. Alot of people plan to do one amusement park in one day. It can be done if you are physically fit and don’t have children, elderly or less abled persons. The downside to doing this is you miss the magic and enjoyment of spending time with your family and friends as you are rushing to the next ride and by the end of the day you are so stressed you never want to come back, ever. We took three days to do each park but some you only need two days to do it leisurely.  

3. Food portions. This isn’t a bad point with Orlando as more of a peeve at people who told me the food portions are massive. Either they are lying, or they are starving, or my family are all animals because we didnt think the food portions were massive. Don’t get me wrong they are not small but we thought they were average.

3. Quarters, dimes and the other one. What is wrong with tge American treasury! The quarter I can understand, its the biggest coin and its worth 25c, but the dime and the nickel make no sense at all! A dime is worth 10c but its the smallest coin, about the size of a 5p. The nickel is worth 5c but the coin is bigger the dime, about the size of a 10p! It makes no sense! Theres also a 1c which is copper. I am not the only British person who thinks this. 

4. Paper cups and plates. Everything is takeaway. Unless you pay a small fortune for table service. I like to go for a coffee and cake of an afternoon, I like a nice cup and saucer, a little table with a pleasent view, a fork to eat my cream cake. They do sell twinnings tea but it all comes in paper takeaway cups, cakes in a bag, and you sit on a wall. I feel like I’ve been constantly eating on the go since I arrived.

My next post will be a review of Disney Magic Kingdom


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The Magic of Disneyland Paris


Sleeping Beautys Castle during Christmas Lumeire Show, Disneyland Paris


Disneyland is magic, I mean real magic, not orchestrated illusions, magic like when something wondrous happens, something out of the ordinary, something delightful, something magical.

I’ve returned from a Disneyland Paris New Year break spent with my problematic family. My family aren’t a problem, they just have problems. My mother was suffering from a throat infection as well as her usual ailments, my father was suffering from neglect as a result, my sister was dealing with a disgruntled fiancé, my other sister an harassed spouse, my nephew was depressed, my youngest niece moody, her cousin was troubled by her parents messy divorce, my other niece was feeling ‘uncomfortable’ whatever that means, and I was exhausted. Now for the magic.

It would be nice to say that as soon as we arrived in Disneyland Paris a transformation overcame us all and we were happier people but it wouldn’t be true. My mother was miserable due to the infection and wanted to go home, my father felt more neglected as we fussed around her, my sisters fiancé was more disgruntled because she was enjoying herself without him, my other sisters husband had an allergic reaction to a relaxing alcoholic drink he had consumed, my nephew was more depressed because his friends had decided to go out for New Year, my youngest niece threw a tantrum because she wanted to go on all the fast rides five times in a row, her cousin was ecstatic to be on holiday with us which I found disturbing, my other niece was still ‘uncomfortable’ (still not sure why), and I felt more exhausted then ever.

Day 2 and I knew action had to be taken. I had a quiet word with the children about how miserable their Granny and Grandad were, luckily they aren’t totally selfish. The girls took their Granny shopping, while my nephew and I took my father on some of the slower rides. My sisters phone ran out of battery so her fiancée was no longer in contact, my brother in law preferred the French coffee and had a non-allergic caffeine boost, and the children discovered the enjoyment of pleasing other people.

At the end of day 2 I was approached by a smiling woman who thrust a slip of paper into my face, ‘We’ve had to leave early but this is still valid for another two days if you want it.’ I bemusedly took it and thanked her and she ran off. It was a weeks unlimited fast pass for four people. I excitedly took it to my family and we never saw the children again till tea time when they returned happy and content because they only waited 30 minutes for every ride including the new Ratatouille ride.

We had queued early that morning to get a timed fast pass ticket at 8pm for the Ratatouille ride. You have to be at the fast pass point early as demand often outstrips supply  and it’s almost impossible to get on the ride without one unless you want to queue for 3 hours. Its a brilliant ride but I’m not sure its worth waiting 3 hours for if you can get a fast pass. Thanks to the generous woman we had 5 spare fastpass tickets, my sister spotted a young couple with three small children who were clearly debating whether to wait the 3 hours or not. Snatching the spare passes out of my hands she ran to the couple and with lots of gestures (they didn’t speak English) forced the tickets into the young womans hand. It took them a while to realise the importance of the five tickets, when they did the expression on their faces made the whole day feel twice as enjoyable.

So we left Disney with happy memories again. My mothers throat infection was clearing up, my father felt appreciated, my sisters fiancée was still disgruntled but he couldn’t reach her on her phone, my other sisters spouse was feeling less harassed, my nephew was no longer depressed, my niece was too exhausted to be moody, her cousin had spent a happy week with her extended family, my other niece was still ‘uncomfortable’ (I think its the new ’embarrassed’), and I was still exhausted but in good way. Everyone decided its was the best holiday in ages and were planning the next family trip.

And that’s the magic of Disney. Giving. Its not just fast rides and merchandise. Everything is done with care and attention, more so then any other amusement park I’ve visited. And the ‘giving’ rubs off on the visitors. I’ve never seen an unhappy employee at Disney, and if there’s a problem they try everything possible to fix it. It’s almost scary how happy they are, maybe its the constant smell of candyfloss and popcorn in the air. Even ‘backstage’. We had the misfortune of being on the Pirates of the Caribbean ride when it broke down and had to leave the ride via the service entrance. The sugary smell was ever present and I saw chattering and laughing Disney staff getting off a shuttlebus and bouncing into work. No one bounces into work unless you really enjoy it. It makes me wonder if there isn’t a darker side to Disney, a dungeon somewhere where unhappy workers are put until they’ve learned to behave and be happy again. Mmm…


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My Christmassy Destinations

Many people complain that Christmas starts earlier each year. I never complain. I love looking at the shops and buildings dressed up in tinsel and decorations while listening to Christmas songs. I’ve put together a list of my favourite and not so favourite Winter destinations I’ve visited over the years.

Disneyland Paris

My favourite destination anytime of the year. During the Winter wonderland season they spray fake snow into the main street (not the cheap foam stuff) and everything seems to jingle. After a chocolate crepe and mulled wine in Fantasyland its time for a quick turn on the Mad Hatters Tea Cups.

Manchester Christmas Markets

manchester christmas-markets
Best time to visit is late afternoon/ early evening. Its one of the best city Christmas markets in England with the right mix of traditional German stalls, local artisans, unique gift stalls and a variety of regional, international and seasonal food and drink stalls. Make sure you try the roasted chestnuts (St Annes Square) and a mug of mulled wine with cognac (St Anne’s Square for ambience, King Street for taste).

Vienna Austria

I visited Vienna a few years ago in early December. Two words. Bloody freezing. I would advise taking extra socks, thermal underwear, big jumpers and a bigger overcoat! But don’t let the cold put you off, Vienna is a beautiful city, especially when its frosted in ice and snow. My favourite bits, every morning the church bells of the cathedral would wake me, room service delivered a complimentary hot chocolate to your room and the maid left a chocolate on your pillow after cleaning. The royal palace is beautiful and a must see. The Christmas market is traditional and delightful, and on every street corner there is a hut selling Gluhwien. Austrian mulled wine is not like anything I’ve ever tasted, one very small serving nearly knocked me off my feet.

Winter Wonderland Hyde Park

I met friends here a couple of years ago and was suffering from a tremendous head cold. It was quite a warm day and dry so I risked the trip and thoroughly enjoyed myself. The Christmas market was small, the food and drink stalls plentyful and the fairground rides really good fun. After partaking if several hot spiced orange juice with whisky (for medicinal purposes) I went on every ride twice. Best was the downhill tabogins, the merrygoround and the great wheel. The great wheel moves slowly, is best done in daylight for the view and isn’t for anyone with a fear of heights.

Winter Hill and Lever Park Lancashire

When it snows the only place to take your sledge/old tyre/black bin liner/upturned old car bonnet/tea tray is up Winter Hill. There’s a pretty clear slope at the foot of the hill in Lever Park where you can get some speed up before crashing into a sheep. Afterwards a quick visit to the pub for a warming brandy to nurse your cuts, bruises, and breaks is a lot more fun then A&E.

Bath Christmas Market

This year we met up with friends at Bath Christmas Market. Bath is a beautiful city and I’m planning to go back in the summer. Unfortunately I did not like the market, it was huge but all the stalls were very much the same. Its was very busy with tourists as well as shoppers, even at 6pm. I ambled from one stall to another sampling cheeses, nuts, liquors and ciders ( I’m noticing a pattern in my activities at my winter destinations) but nothing tickled my fancy. My friends enjoyed the market so it may have been me. I thought it lacked atmosphere.

Lytham Fylde Coast

I love seaside towns. I even like them in winter, the grey skies, the grey sea, the wild winds and waves all have a magic of their own. Lytham is one of the few seaside towns which doesn’t look dismal in winter. The mix of independent shops and charity shops means I always find a bargain. Stop off at the Lytham Kitchen for hot chocolate fudge cake with ice cream. The mulled wine is okay but a little sweet for me.

Do you have favourite winter destinations? Have you been to any of mine?


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Tea Rooms and Rickshaws

A few weeks ago I was in London and took the opportunity to do a little shopping down Oxford Street. I was hoping to grab some end of sale bargains. I didn’t find anything but I did enjoy my afternoon. There is something quirky about London which makes it so very different from other cities I’ve visited, or maybe I’m just biased because I love it so much.

I saw my first London rickshaw, although they’ve been around for a while, coming down South Molton Street (pedestrian zone) carrying two women and it was a near collision between them and me and my mothers wheelchair. The driver skillfully dodged us. There were more parked at the end of the street. Rickshaws have increased in numbers over the past few years but regulations governing them are a bit sketchy. In fact they appear to be a law unto their selves. They look fun and there is something enticing about ignoring traffic regulations. Its not something I would ever travel in though after a near death experience with a rickshaw in Paris.

Paris has an unusual public transport system. You can’t just hop on a bus and pay, you have to buy a book of tickets which you can use on any public transport. Anyone I have spoken to who has used Le Metro has been mugged so that was a definite no go. You can’t flag down a taxi, it has to be pre-booked, you can’t book a taxi from a hotel unless you are a resident. The best way to see the sights is by riverboat. A ticket lets you ride the boat all day as much as you like which is fine if you want to be near Le Seine. Walking through a park we saw some rickshaws, tired, hungry and wet from the steady drizzle which had started I bundle our party of three adults and two children into two rickshaws thinking a nice ride through the park preferable to trudging the rest of the way. Much to my surprise the drivers turned out of the park and onto the main four lane carriageway which runs through the centre of Paris along Le Seine, a road my father an experienced taxi driver will not drive down, and positioned themselves in the central lanes. It was rush hour, the rain started to pour in earnest, horns were blaring all around us and Le Seine was beckoning to the right of us. I clung to the two children while our driver seemed oblivious to the torrential weather and maddened cars surrounding us. We arrived safely at our destination, I gave the drivers a hefty tip and told the children never, ever to tell their parents.

Londons roads are nowhere near as hectic as Paris and public transport is pretty easy to cope with and safe, although I wouldn’t recommend travelling on a bus with any luggage or large bags there just isn’t the space. After our near collision and my Parisian flashback I decided it was time for cake and coffee.

As it was 5.30pm we ended up on House of Fraser as most individual coffee shops were closing and the restaurants weren’t open yet. The Tea Terrace on the 5th floor was still open for tea and cakes, any hot food and coffee finished at 4.30pm. We nestled ourselves in to a cosy corner in a couple of chintz armchairs big enough for two people. The table was covered with a lace cloth, the tea arrived on a tray in a huge floral patterned teapot with little mismatched china cups and the slices of Victoria sponge and lemon drizzle cake were the size of doorstops. It was like having afternoon tea at home with homemade cakes and endless fresh tea. It made a pleasant change from Starbucks and Costa. And yes I do have huge chintz armchairs, lace doilies and a mismatched tea set for afternoon tea.

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