Wednesday, 16 May 2012

Havin' a Heat Wave, a Tropical Heatwave....

Well, so we arrived in the Sunshine State. What an understatement that was. Having left Manchester on a sunny Tuesday where it was 70 degrees (a rare treat for us Scots) we arrived in Orlando at 8pm at night never expecting the Floridians to be having an Easter heatwave.  96 degrees! The mercury was rocketing on our first day, my white legs were lathered in factor 50 and I donned the obligatory stupid sun hat. Just as well. You should have seen some of the idiots at the hotel pool. Since when did looking like an oversized lobster become attractive? If you tan to a nice biscuit colour good on you, but I will never understand folk who turn themselves ruby red and then think it looks good. It just looks sore......

The first few days of our holiday we were meeting up with our American pals who live in NY state. They had flown down for three days and were staying at the Disney Pop Century resort. What a great place. Having not seen M&A for twelve years it was nice to be reunited. Surrounded by all things Disney we had a great few days, the four kids swam in the pool, we visited the Parks and ate the Disney Food. You soon get sick of that. A bucket lid sized burrito looks fantastic on the first day. It's always an achievement when you manage to negotiate the serving counter and order it yourself with more toppings than you can pack into a pancake however, by the time three days of eating the same sort of stuff passes you are having the dry boak.

On the subject of food, it may seem sad but one of highlights of my holiday has to have been our visits to Walmart.  I have never seen so many varieties of donuts in my life. S dragged me away from the baking counters as I salivated over cinnimon rolls, iced donuts and all sorts of cakes (always my weakness). It's a strange thing. They always say everything is bigger in America and it's true. You can't buy any normal sized shopping. Huge bottles of tomato ketchup, gallon drums of milk and orange juice and bumper packs of hotdogs and cold meats. Goodness knows what folks cooking for one do. No wonder there are so many big folk.

It's amazing it would appear that one thing the USA has in common with Scotland is the fact that bus travel seems to attract eejits. On the road to the Magic Kingdom one night I got harrassed into conversation with someone who fitted the bill nicely. Thirty at least and wearing his Mickey Mouse baseball cap and badges he was off to the park himself. After five minutes it was easy to see why.  I doubt even Mickey would have been able to remain patient with that nutter. Fortunately he got lost in the crowds as we exited the bus but I knew that if I saw a giant mouse sticking it to some guy in a baseball cap it was going to be him....