Disney, a place of wonder and joy that captures the heart of every child who passes through their gates. With cute characters and fun rides, what’s not to love! I wish I could say that I had outgrown the excitement that comes with going to Disneyland, but alas, I’m still a big kid at heart.
With my parents living in Germany when I was a child and my family living in Florida, as a child I was lucky enough to go to both Disneyland Paris and Walt Disney World and Sea World in Florida, (the later of which i’ve grown to have a very serious problem with).
This summer I added Tokyo Disney and Disney Sea to my list.
Don’t we just look so happy to be there
During my trip to Tokyo, we set aside two days for Tokyo Disney and Disney Sea, the latter of which I much preferred, simply for the rides and the slightly easier route of the park. We spent the day strolling around, trying various popcorns and ice lollies on offer, our faces drenched with sweat the entire time. I had never heard about the fast track tickets, but I’m sure glad they existed! Thanks to these golden nuggets of genius we were able to ride most of the rides at Disney Sea! Being a lover of rides and the like, It’s hard to choose a favourite, since they were all so fun, but if I had to, I would probably say the Tower of Terror at Disney Sea was my favourite.
One thing you should know about me; I love rollercoasters (even if I scream bloody murder while I’m on them) but cannot stand rides that drop you. The feeling of panic and discomfort I get as I feel my body fall, organs rushing up to have a meeting in my ribs; I can’t stand it. Wanting to push myself and not look like a total big baby (a plan which soon failed) in front of Chad and his parents, I agreed to ride the aptly named Tower of Terror. Much to my dismay we were put to sit at the front, and as soon as I was strapped in, the fun began. Gripping Chads arm I began to declare how much I hated him, while he just grinned and replied with an ‘I love you’. With the sound of the gears turning my declarations of hate came more frequently in a panicked tone that soon turned into a scream as we were raised high into the clouds and dropped. The entire time Chads mother kindly patted my arm telling me it was okay, a gesture that was very reassuring. I mean, if I happened to die on that ride, there are worse ways to go than screaming your hate for your boyfriend while his mother comforted you, right?
The ride was actually not as bad (I say tepidly) as I thought it would have been, and I’m thankful I sucked it up and went on, even if I made a total idiot of myself. It’s really the after picture though that made the entire experience. Chad laughing as I grip his arm screaming ‘I hate you’ at him, while his mother is comforting me by patting my arm. It was his fathers nonchalance, however, that was the cherry on the cake. Hands folded in his lap, face passive and unfazed by the palaver happening just beside him. I wish I had bought a copy.
You can kinda see why this was my fave ride now huh?
HOWEVER, It couldn’t all be daisies.
It is a truth universally known that ‘It’s a small world’ Is well…for the lack of a better way to describe it, awkward. Pandering to cultural stereotypes, it takes you on a journey around the world. However, being in Disneyland and with the song stuck in our heads we thought it would be funny to ride it. As we got into the boat, I turned to Chad and asked, half joking, half fearful, ‘Wouldn’t it be funny if Wales wasn’t represented.” Time and time again it has been proven to me that the world honestly doesn’t care for my country, and time and time again I have to convince people that no, I’m not English, I’m Welsh and that means I’m from a different country. So, we traveled the world on our little boat with the infuriatingly catchy song singing in our heads. We hadn’t been on the ride long when we rounded the corner and I saw the little animatronic guards that London is so famous for. Okay, England, check. Next were the bagpipes, Scotland, check. Oh look! Leprechaun looking people, Ireland, Check! And next is- The scandinavian countries….Yes, you heard me right folks, Wales was nowhere to be seen. I laughed through the rage. It may seem silly, but when once again the entirely of the united kingdom is represented but you, it really stings.
After that excitement, the days continued in a somewhat relaxed fashion as he strolled around the park, dodging the sun where possible and complaining about the heat and sweat on our backs every twenty minute interval. It was honestly like stepping into the centre of the earth.
Disney, the happiest place on earth right?
Oh there we go
A not so long train ride away from the hustle and bustle of Shinjuku, Tokyo’s erratically beating heart, Tokyo Disney and Disney Sea are great ways to escape the home of all things fashionable and weird for an afternoon of fun and nostalgia.
I wish I could have taken some killer pictures of me looking cool and punk in Disney, but sadly I was hot and sweaty and more than a little uncoordinated in my fashion choice. It happens every summer, it’s like I loose the ability to dress myself. *Sigh* ah well, let’s hope winter serves me better.