Disney Sea- Detail

The next day was Disney Sea. An altogether different theme park and one we knew little about. Our guess was it was some sort of water park but boy were we wrong.

A hearty breakfast (not) and SO CUTE!

After breakfast at a local patisserie, we caught the bus to the park and stood in the sun with thousands of others (isn't this a weekday?). Went inside at 9:00 sharp and it was immediately amazing to us. Kind of like Disney but not nearly as cutesy. Overall more scary rides and amazing architecture/sculpture. Comparing the parks is like comparing apples and lychees.

Captain Nemo's Sub.

We dashed straight for “Journey to the center of the earth”. MAN OH MAN did we get scared. The thing ambles along at a comfortable pace, showing you aniamtronics and the likes, crystals in the walls, weird creatures eating weirder flora, then there is this massive alien creature around a corner that screams at you and it's on! The car screams forward into the pitch darkness and accelerates madly uphill. You see a patch of sky high above and you literally are hurled through it into the sunshine and drop sickeningly as far down before being plunged into darkness for some more mad turns. We pooped our collective pants.

That set the tone for the day. Ride after ride till they blurred together. Loop-de-loops on Aztec temple rides, being chased by a massive boulder on the Indiana Jones ride, the thrills began to blur into each other.

360!

he place looks like Riven (for all you nerds)

The whole park is surrounded by waterways. Boatloads of Disney characters with water guns appear randomly and there is nowhere to hide.

We ate great food. Gyoza buns with apple tea drinks. All of the food was delicious. Bradly, unprompted, asked an attendant for a the toilet in perfect Japanese. He said “Where is the nearest toilet please?” Fantastic.

We spent a lot of time just looking at the place. Details on details.

Beautiful mosaics all over this section.

The main volcano in the park is absolutely massive and quite realistically sculpted. I couldn't help but continue to marvel at the craftsmanship.

Sharon was thrilled by the Venice quarter of the park. The replica of the Bridge of Sighs was apparently dead on and we all posed on it for photographs.

There was an Arabian section with huge Byzantine temples and golden domes and a full size liner moored at the docks in a kind of 1940's Americana section.

Still a charmer (dad joke!)

As the day drew to a close, the boys and Sharon rode the tower of terror, not a mere pole surrounded with chairs like back in Dreamworld, but an impossibly large mansion with a back story of a rich philanthropist who unearths a creepy idol which dispatches you and you free-fall in your seat, then lifts and free-falls you repeatedly. Sharon said it was all a bit psychologically freakish and she found it the most disturbing ride she'd been on. She shook for about ten minutes after it. The boys loved it.

The tower of terror. A HUGE building.

Bye!

We stayed till closing, another late night. But left only after riding the “Journey to the center of the earth” on more time – at night.

At the bus stop, three girls hid behind the bus sign and giggled over the boys. They practiced English saying “Hello” and laughing and retreating. They then began to take photographs of the boys, one girl kept at it, pretending to be looking in another direction but holding the cameras under her arm. Chris was beaming.

Back home late as usual with feet more sore than the day before.