Where is everybody? Seriously, this is really odd.
Day 8, and the only time I've had to queue was for an Epcot ride called "Soarin" (brilliant ride, by the way.)
It would appear that in a cost cutting exercise, Disney has excised 'g' from all words and replaced it with an apostrophe.
Universal, always the poor relation, is doubly wierd. I mean, the staff outnumbered the customers. Did I create that many road-blocks with my awful driving? Have I done to the Florida tourist industry what Wilma failed to do? Can but hope...
That said, I felt more at home in Universal than I did in the UK section of Epcot. Good, old fashioned officiousness abounded. First-born enjoyed one of the deserted rides so much that we went on it again. "Can we just stay on?" I asked the attendant.
"Naw sir, y'all have to go around the entrance again" she replied
We were the only people within a mile of the ride. Tumbleweeds blew through the empty turnstiles.
"You're joking, right?"
"Naw sir. Its fer saftey. Y'all gotta go round again."
"Safety? How is getting out and walking round safer than staying in it?"
"Them's the rules, sir."
There was an implicit threat of calling security if I carried on arguing, so First-Born and I trudged round the deserted queue. While we did so, the 'coaster did its thing. Completely empty. Twice.
Just like being home. It quite brought a tear to my eye.
Drivers tonight should avoid the International Drive area. First-Born and I are going shopping.
