The Retirees in the South East USA – Animal Kingdom at Disney World

The return bus trip from Cape Canaveral was long and tiring but nothing compared to what lay in store at Disney’s Animal Kingdom. Others were more excited to visit Animal Kingdom but I had my space fix so its Animal Kingdom today.

We had sought to catch a shuttle to Animal Kingdom, but we could only pick up a interim shuttle at the maingate of a resort close by. We could not find this resort. Until we learned that the name of the resort was Maingate. That was the start of a testing day. The interim shuttle collected guests from various non – Disney and Disney resorts dropping us at the drop off with strict instructions to be there no later than 10.30pm as that was the last shuttle. We transferred to the Disney shuttle and retraced most of the trip we had made to the bus station and were dropped off at the front gate of Animal Kingdom – curious but it did not ring any alarm bells yet.

After entering we went straight to Lion King. A mixture of Cirque de Soleil and the stage play it was a very sedate start to our visit. (It would also prove to be a mistake as we had fast tracked this rather than others). After Lion King we moved onto a bird show (an open air programme of birds performing on command from the trainers)

Then we went to Gorilla falls which is a walk through a park viewing animals (particularly gorillas enjoying the sun). On the way we saw a very busy squirrel ransacking prams for food. People would park their prams with lunch in packages left in the prams and this what happened.After visiting gorilla falls we visited the environmental centre and this included a mock African train (complete with sundry chattels decorating the roof of each car) trip to the centre.

Lunch was somewhat delayed as we decided to try and do the Avatar ride which involved two hours queuing (during which we passed through some weird mock ups of laboratories and a tank containing an Avatar floating in fluid attached to an umbilical cord). Once we finally arrived at the ride station the ride had broken down and we were returned to the queue until another station was available.However, once we got to the next station and mounted our bikes (the ride involves sitting on a bike which connects you with your Avatar/ a Banshee which is one of a group flying through the wilds of this imagined planet). The ride starts with a technician detailing the ride via video link. Whilst it is only visual with the bike tipping side to side and front to back to simulate the scene you are watching your mind gives you all the sensations of long free falling dives rocking and rolling actions between rocks trees other banshee opponents a leaping whale size carnivore and a breaking monster wave. No time to take any photos. Exhilarating!

It was finished too quickly, but you felt exhilarated and relieved it had finished at the same time.

This emboldened us to try the other Avatar ride. Again we walked through a weird landscape to gain entry to the ride. This time the queue was only 90 mins long. I was expecting a water ride similar to the wild rapids rides I had enjoyed at Anaheim, but instead it was a water ride like “It’s a small world” – slow sedate and viewing imaginary scenes. A disappointment.

We finished the afternoon with an African Safari. We had fast tracked this so no delays in the queue were expected but my tennis injury and scooter injury had caused me trouble walking which led to David and Veronica splitting with us. Whilst we found a table for lunch near the entry to the African safari they went the long way around during which they made enquiries about the light show in the evening. As a result they met us with Veronica in a wheel chair. They had decided I was disabled and needed a wheel chair (secretly it was a plan to gain access to the light show as disabled persons and their carers were given priority seating. So plonking me in the chair we jumped the queue for the African safari. After posing for a Facebook photograph we made our way to the safari truck and boarded. It was now coming on dusk and all the animals were out and active. The driver was rapidly firing dialogue at us whilst I was clicking madly with the camera. Most enjoyable.

Returning to the safari base we dismounted form the truck and I resumed my seat in the wheel chair along with all the paraphernalia everyone one had been carrying and our caravan moved on toward the evening light show venue. One part of the park we had not intended to visit was dinosaur land as this is the children’s amusement park with the rides modelled on dinosaur rides. We arrived early and were told by the attendants to enjoy a ride or two as the gate did not open until 7.00 pm. So we took a stroll (I am still in the wheelchair) through the park which gave the crew time to set me up again for a stupid photo at the driving wheel of the clown’s car. Oh well they enjoyed themselves.

Satisfied that they had humiliated me sufficiently they now wanted to be seated at the light show and me in a wheelchair was their ticket. Now my feet were very tired and sore and the strained Achilles was also sore, but I did feel a Trojan horse until we joined the queue which had now formed containing two motorised scooters at the top of the queue. David being a skilled disabled person’s carer/wheelchair driver positioned us near the head of the queue insight of the guards of the gate so we weren’t pushing in but we were strategically placed to be invited to enter by the guards. Then from stage left came the villain. Another motorised scooter pushing forward to the head of the queue. How dare she! The two scooter riders at the top of the queue challenged the interloper and engaged her in verbal combat. She stood her ground. The two edged forward two cut off the advance of the villain – she would not get past them. I quietly prayed that David would not throw me into the fray to maintain our position. As I said David was experienced. He waited his chance. The guards opened the gate and whilst the scooters collided and shoved at the front of the queue David pushed me onto the rear flank and then straight past on the right beating all combatants through the gate. Our entourage unable to contain their mirth followed us giggling about our victory. Consequently, we were first to be offered seating and took pride of place in the centre of the back row close to my parked wheelchair for a fast getaway.

The getaway was smooth until the crazy Japanese woman on the motorised scooter crashed the scooter into the sidewall blocking the exit for escaping wheelchairs and exiting pedestrians who were trying to climb over this road block. Extricating ourselves we made a dash for the buses. This all seemed straight forward with me remaining in the wheelchair right up to the queue for our bus where like Lazarus I rose and walked again. The bus ride was going smoothly until we noticed the scenery had changed. Not because it was night-time, but no one remembered going this way to get to Animal Kingdom. The bus stopped and we all tumbled off in front of another Disney park. After making enquiries we found out that non-Disney buses came here and that we had to pass through security board a ferry and sail to our bus park. Time 10.30 pm the last bus for Summer Bay Resort left in 5 minutes and we were definitely not going to be on it. Not happy Jan!

With no other choice we followed instruction and ended up looking at an empty bus station. The last bus had gone and it was 11.00 pm However we did see an Armadillo rooting in the grass for ants – big deal – as it then cost us $30 for a cab (Kerry called an Uber for $17.00 but her phone went flat before she could confirm the ride).

So we made it back to base safely but I cannot help but feel that a higher being took revenge on our Trojan Horse.

The Retirees in the South East USA – Orlando Florida

Orlando, the Disney town. We flew into Orlando and picked up our hire car. No complications and Kerry talked very sweetly to the rental company man resulting in us obtaining a Ford Taurus with plenty of room for 4 adults and their luggage. Next, we had to drive to the Summer Bay Resort which was proving problematical as our GPS (Tommy) could not seem to find it. After some various attempts to identify the correct address we identified the site and set sail passing through at least 8 tolls on new highway from the airport. After this trip I told Tommy to avoid all tolls.

We were due to arrive at the resort and meet David and Veronica Colch there as they were flying in from the Big Apple (New York if you don’t know). All things came together eventually, and we met in a very comfortable 2 bedroom apartment. We took a walk to orientate ourselves and to partake  in the Big Kahuna festivities and dine around one of the resort pools. As we walked to the pool we got to see the sights of the resort some of the local wildlife (judging by the screens on all the houses the mossies are pretty big) and it was clear that it was designed for families with lots of fun parks and pools. On arriving we found out the festivities included a poolside karaoke to help us enjoy the evening as it was scheduled to finish at 10.00 o’clock. We selected the table furthest from the karaoke entrants and settled into the poolside atmosphere enjoying a greasy selection of American foods and drinks. At some time in the evening we noticed that we were missing something – “Rod” we needed to lift him to open the gate. The evening was quite relaxing, but the sun didn’t show any sign of setting until 8.00 pm with full darkness coming around 9.00 pm.

Walking home we realised this was a full moon (hence explaining why we had such an eclectic group of participants at the Karaoke) and Veronica and I fell behind to photograph the moon and a fountain. Kerry and David had passed the Reception building and as we made our way, we came across a newly arriving family with their kitten or, so I thought. Not so. The kitten had wandered out of the hedge and followed them. I picked it up and tried to return it to the mother cat hiding in the hedge without luck, so Veronica and I went to the Reception with me clutching a meowing kitten and all conversation in the reception stopped. One of the receptionist knew of the cat and took the kitten to return it to the litter or at least that is what he told us.

After our poolside party our next adventure the following day was to visit a joint run by some bloke called Capone. Very shady bunch in there but we thought we might hang around and see what the action was. It started by giving the password to the broad on the door then going upstairs to the bar for a soda pop (no alcohol its prohibition) and some nibbles before the main event which involved some underhanded thing with various families (all Italian by the way). They put on a spread for all of us whilst we tried to work this thing out – this bloke “Fingers” had undertaken some funny business with some product deliveries and they were trying to hide it from the local copper. Anyway it all turned out for the best we had a feed and copious drinks, Fingers was not arrested by the copper who somehow ended up in a relationship with the dame that ran this place. Go figure!


Kerry took us home to the apartment safely to sleep it off as we had appointment the next day for lunch with an astronaut at Cape Canaveral at the Kennedy Space Station. I was very excited.