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We got back from Eurodisney last night and France sure has opened my eyes.
Firstly the Eurotunnel is a modern day marvel of travel, I have never travelled so easily to anywhere ever in all my life. You get on it moves for 30 minutes you get off and you try not to crash into people driving on the wrong side of the road, it was brilliant, I only wish I lived down south so I could go France once a month. Throd is very lucky.
Driving in France is fantastic, an absolute pleasure and my god what a beautiful, pristine country it is, and before I go on I know I haven't seen the bad places and I know I have a sheltered view, but fuck it, lets praise another country for once. Also most of the cars on the road were French (Peugeot, Renault, Citroen ect), fair play really. We stopped at some services and even they were spotless, the bins get emptied in France don't ya know.
When arriving at the resort it is mind boggling how big it is, more a town than a resort I guess. We stayed in the Hotel Sante Fe because it was the cheapest (we regretted this choice later on).
We had some worries about going to Disney with our son because he has a real problem with big characters, we took him to see Noddy once and he tried to crawl up his own arse because Noddy wasn't little like his toys, if anything is bigger than his mum (the small yard stick) he panics. This proved fun when on the first night Goofy was in the hotel reception, since then he hid behind me going into the hotel for fear of Goofy "pinching his todger and dummy".
So we settle down in our hotel room, I was knackered after all the driving, I close my eyes to chill out when our neighbours returned. "ADELE STOP THAT!" boomed through the adjoining doors (you know those doors that take you into another room if you want but are locked your side), "ADELE I AM GETTING PISSED OFF NOW, ADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!". Holy fucking christ we are next door to Rab C Nesbit and family (yes they were Scottish but a very mild Scottish accent). This shouting went on until about 11pm, not to mention the fucking squeaking of the toy they had bought. This went on for the rest of the holiday and they were also early risers.
Disneyland itself was mental, like a little version of a film (little in a big sense), it was also pristine, it was hot there and I saw 1 wasp the whole time, compare that to a hot day at Alton Towers where the scariest ride is trying to escape from 47'000 wasps while eating a lolly. Theme parks aren't my cup of team, I like the rides but they hurt my back so I don't go on them. But just being there was enough for me, Samm and Dan were gob smacked.
We saw Minnie Mouse (see photo at end of this) and Dan shat himself. Samm insisted we go into the haunted mansion with Dan, I pointed out that fluffy characters scare him so maybe we shoudn't but she wanted to go in so we did. 3 minutes into the house we are being led out of a fire exit by a French lady because my son was terrified (see second photo).
I could go on but it is all a repeat of the above really "ADELE!!!!!!" every night and character avoidance every day so I have decided to award prizes based on my ovservations -
People who wear the most shell suits award goes to Italy.
Sexiest accent when speaking English award goes to the French.
Most polite award goes to the German and French.
Speaking as loud as possible in public award goes to Italy.
Insisting on wearing your local football strip award goes to the English.
Arrogance award goes to the English.
Rudeness award goes to the English.
Inconsiderate award goes to the English.
Dan after seeing Minnie -
Dan having a little sit down after being forced to go into the Haunted Mansion, me trying to convince him his mum isn't evil -
Firstly the Eurotunnel is a modern day marvel of travel, I have never travelled so easily to anywhere ever in all my life. You get on it moves for 30 minutes you get off and you try not to crash into people driving on the wrong side of the road, it was brilliant, I only wish I lived down south so I could go France once a month. Throd is very lucky.
Driving in France is fantastic, an absolute pleasure and my god what a beautiful, pristine country it is, and before I go on I know I haven't seen the bad places and I know I have a sheltered view, but fuck it, lets praise another country for once. Also most of the cars on the road were French (Peugeot, Renault, Citroen ect), fair play really. We stopped at some services and even they were spotless, the bins get emptied in France don't ya know.
When arriving at the resort it is mind boggling how big it is, more a town than a resort I guess. We stayed in the Hotel Sante Fe because it was the cheapest (we regretted this choice later on).
We had some worries about going to Disney with our son because he has a real problem with big characters, we took him to see Noddy once and he tried to crawl up his own arse because Noddy wasn't little like his toys, if anything is bigger than his mum (the small yard stick) he panics. This proved fun when on the first night Goofy was in the hotel reception, since then he hid behind me going into the hotel for fear of Goofy "pinching his todger and dummy".
So we settle down in our hotel room, I was knackered after all the driving, I close my eyes to chill out when our neighbours returned. "ADELE STOP THAT!" boomed through the adjoining doors (you know those doors that take you into another room if you want but are locked your side), "ADELE I AM GETTING PISSED OFF NOW, ADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!". Holy fucking christ we are next door to Rab C Nesbit and family (yes they were Scottish but a very mild Scottish accent). This shouting went on until about 11pm, not to mention the fucking squeaking of the toy they had bought. This went on for the rest of the holiday and they were also early risers.
Disneyland itself was mental, like a little version of a film (little in a big sense), it was also pristine, it was hot there and I saw 1 wasp the whole time, compare that to a hot day at Alton Towers where the scariest ride is trying to escape from 47'000 wasps while eating a lolly. Theme parks aren't my cup of team, I like the rides but they hurt my back so I don't go on them. But just being there was enough for me, Samm and Dan were gob smacked.
We saw Minnie Mouse (see photo at end of this) and Dan shat himself. Samm insisted we go into the haunted mansion with Dan, I pointed out that fluffy characters scare him so maybe we shoudn't but she wanted to go in so we did. 3 minutes into the house we are being led out of a fire exit by a French lady because my son was terrified (see second photo).
I could go on but it is all a repeat of the above really "ADELE!!!!!!" every night and character avoidance every day so I have decided to award prizes based on my ovservations -
People who wear the most shell suits award goes to Italy.
Sexiest accent when speaking English award goes to the French.
Most polite award goes to the German and French.
Speaking as loud as possible in public award goes to Italy.
Insisting on wearing your local football strip award goes to the English.
Arrogance award goes to the English.
Rudeness award goes to the English.
Inconsiderate award goes to the English.
Dan after seeing Minnie -
Dan having a little sit down after being forced to go into the Haunted Mansion, me trying to convince him his mum isn't evil -
