Son Un Petit Monde Après Tous*

For a country that isn't terribly fond of America, it does seem rather strange to have the ultimate American attraction, Disneyland, on the outskirts of Paris. Not that I'm complaining you understand. I love theme parks. From the hokey little rides to the pee-in-your-pants rollercoasters.

So on Thursday, Andew and I took the RER out to Disney. Lucky for me he has an annual pass so I got a discounted price. Yay! Had a bit of lunch in an American style diner first as it was just after noon. Then went into Disney Studios first and learned about how some of the animation is done - the show was a bit 'naff', but at least the presenter was cute! Once our food had settled, we went on to the Rock 'n Rollercoaster. I love that one (was there in May last year too!). You go from zero to I dunno, million miles an hour, in just a few seconds - leaving your stomach (and perhaps its contents) far far behind. Its all in the cover of darkness, flashing lights, twists, turns, and ear splitting Aerosmith music.

We did it again an hour later once we could walk in a straight line again.

Headed over to Disneyland proper and did the main rides there, Star Tours (C3PO just doesn't sound the same talking French!), Space Moutain, Pirates of the Carribean, Thunder Mountain, Haunted House etc. and had a blast. It wasn't until we were on the train back that I realised we'd missed going on the Indiana Jones Coaster. Merde! Oh, and I also searched through almost every shop in Disney for an orange t-shirt for my little niece on the orders my mom - apparently my niece has a thing about orange. Whatever happend to pink for girls? I did find a kind of orange t-shirt - hopefully she won't notice.

We were back in Paris by 7pm or so and had dinner at the flat - Ash, his partner, joined us, and we played cards whilst waiting for my Scooter to arrive from London. Well, his train was due to arrive in Paris by 2o30 or so, but by 11pm, not heard a thing. He had been told to do the same as me and text me three stations before and I'd meet him there.

By the time I was getting really concerned, their doorbell went and it was Scooter! yay!

Turns out his phone, which has 'roaming' enabled, decided not to pick up on any French mobile network. So he was kind of stuck. Luckily he was able to figure out the map and ask directions in French and made it one piece. I was really proud of him! His mobile is on ORANGE by the way (bit of free bad pub. there for them!).

Played a bit of cards, then went out for a drink around midnight....decided we were bushed (well, I was tired, and that's all that matters!) and came back after just the one.

The Louvre beckoned the following day.

*Son Un Petit Monde Après Tous = Its A Small World After All