Thursday June 20, 2002

Seasick? But we're tied to the dock!

I woke up Thursday feeling awful. My sunburn was raging, but I was queasy, weak, feverish, and my stomach hurt. I got up and dressed, finished putting my remaining stuff into my carry-off bags, and sat around for a while. While Mike was brushing his teeth, he kept trying to convince me to go see the ship's doctor, but at this late time, one hour or so from debarkation, I didn't think I'd be able to see the doctor, and if I did it would cost me an arm and a leg. I was sure I would be okay if I could just get off the ship and get to my hotel at WDW, where I could crash for the rest of the day. I just kept sitting around resting; Mike went to breakfast, since it would be our last opportunity to all be together as a single group. I wanted to go, but I was feeling worse and worse every minute. I felt so bad, in fact, that I was worried about trying to make the hour-long drive from the port to WDW on my own. I finally gave up and called Guest Services to see if I could arrange last-minute transport and a pick-up of my rental car from the port. The staff was wonderful, and did their best, but the National rental office at Cocoa would not pick up a car from the port, they would only tow it, at a cost of $90. Okay, I could absorb that, and the $24 bus cost to WDW, but what if the tow truck damaged the rental car? I could be responsible for hundreds of dollars in repair bills, and that I didn't want at all.

Somewhere in the midst of all this I threw up. Not a pretty image in a trip report, I know, but afterward I did feel better. I was still worried that once it started it wouldn't stop, and I'd be running to the bathroom every half-hour or so, which is the typical pattern for a stomach virus, but once, apparently, is all it took. Guest Services also sent up some generic Tylenol, which brought down the fever pretty quickly, and by 8am I felt good enough to try taking the drive myself.

I did quickly stop at Parrot Cay to give my waitstaff their tip vouchers; I didn't go in, I just gave them to the man at the door, who made note of which table I had been with and promised to make certain that Paul, George, and Darko got them.

Burned, nauseous, and broke

I'm normally shy about asking others for help, even with something as simple as carrying my luggage, but when I got to the baggage claim area of the DCL terminal, and a porter asked me if i needed help, I immediately said yes. Here my luck changed for the better, because Rosie and her family were getting their bags just then, and when Rosie saw how pale I was looking, she offered to drive my rental car as far as Hard Rock Hotel, where she and Paul were staying; again, I decided to be a baby for once and accept my friend's generous offer of help. So the porter I snagged wound up not only placing my couple of bags on his hand cart, but Rosie & Clan's 18 or so as well. I was worried about this man; he looked to be in his 50s, in excellent shape, but still no spring chicken, and yet he had at least 300 pounds of luggage on his hand cart! It wasn't a 4-wheeled hand cart, either, but the old-fashioned 2-wheeled stand-up style cart, which he loaded down and tilted at a 50-degree angle to wheel it outside.

Paul took the kids and the luggage to their rented minivan, parked in the lot across the street, while Rosie and I found my rental car in the near-side lot. The drive to WDW was pretty uneventful, although I realized halfway that I had $1.75 on me, and no credit cards or ATM card! I had packed my wallet, and all I had on me was my drivers license and my Key to the World card, which was only good for charging stuff on the ship. And of course, Rosie's purse had gone into the minivan with her luggage. I looked forward and behind, but didn't see the van, so Rosie called Paul on her cell phone (thankfully they both had them), but he was way ahead of us and already past the first toll. My $1.75 covered the first toll, which was $1.50, but the second toll was a different matter. We got off the Beeline onto Sand Lake Road and took that the rest of the way to Universal.

Somehow we caught up with Paul and the kids; we pulled into HRH just ahead of them in fact. We transferred my luggage to the trunk of my rental car, I thanked Rosie and Paul profusely for their help, and I was off to the Walt Disney World Dolphin while they checked into HRH. I had intended to go to Universal during my trip, so we arranged to meet Saturday, since Rosie was entitled to front-of-line access as a Universal hotel guest. I was certainly looking forward to that!

Since I was feeling a little better, I decided to make a brief grocery stop at a Walgreens, where I picked up some snacks and a bottle of Pepsi. I pulled into the Dolphin about 10:30 or 11am... and pulled out again 5 minutes later. It seems I had not read my documents carefully enough; I was actually booked at the Swan, which was pretty much the same as being booked at Dolphin, but the two hotels do have separate check-in desks. The young woman who checked me into the Swan was a pretty girl who recognized my neighborhood when she looked at my ID. She was a transplant from an area called Glen Burnie, which is only a few miles from my home in Pasadena. I was beginning to feel fatigued by then; having skipped breakfast, and being sick all morning, I was feeling better, but exhausted. This, perhaps, explains why I didn't catch the girl's name.

Finally, I'm home! Now if I could just get into my room...

Once I had my room key, and directions to my room, I parked my car and pulled my luggage out; many thanks to whomever invented stand-up suitcases with wheels and pull-handles! I got to the room and had deja-vu all over again: there was a woman from maintenance working on the room, patching a hole in one wall. The same thing had happened to me last year at All-Star Music, although in that case the guy was just finishing a minor touch-up. This time, the work was substantial, and there was no way I was going to be able to stay in that room. I called the front desk and explained what had happened, and the guy who answered the phone was full of apologies and said he'd upgrade me to a balcony room, and send a bellman up with my new keys and to help me with my luggage. Tired as I was, I said thank you, and that was all. Had I been thinking a little more clearly, I might have asked for an upper floor room with a view of the Epcot fireworks, but I was running on empty, so I just took what I could get.

The bellman arrived a few minutes later and got me transferred to my new room without incident; the new room was 226, second-floor (with a tiny balcony), on the corner of the building. The windows faced the Dolphin and the boat dock between the two hotels, while the balcony faced Disney's Boardwalk, although there really wasn't any true view from the balcony. Being on the second floor, I was below the treetops, and that side of the hotel had some pretty large, full trees planted along the wall, totally blocking any view from the second- and third-floor balconies.

Well, all I could have seen was the back wall of some of the Boardwalk buildings, anyway.

Owing to my early rising that morning, I hadn't had time for a shower, so I took one quickly and zonked for several hours. By the time I woke up, I was starving. And it was raining, steady and heavy. I hate rain, so I decided to break into my snack supply and just nibble right there instead of going out. I ate a bagel, and watched the rain for a while.

Surprise, surprise, surprise! Shazam!

I was somewhat surprised to hear a knock at my door. I figured it was probably someone from the hotel staff apologizing for the room snafu, or maybe a Clubhouse Member stopping in for a visit. In actuality, it was a delivery: someone had sent me Pixie Gifts box! I took the box inside and opened the card; it was from Sandi Watson, my friend and former co-host in the Salon. Totally unexpected, this box not only brightened a rainy day immeasurably, but made me feel better physically, as I ate a bunch of the grapes (the purple seedless kind, my favorite!) from the box while setting up my laptop and connecting to the internet. The grapes were good not only for my hunger, but the juice slaked my thirst far better than the Pepsi I had been sipping with my bagel.

After some grapes, and a quick check of my email, I looked out the window at the rain which was still falling steadily, and said out loud, "Well, I can either sit here all day feeling sorry for myself or I can go out there and at least try to have some fun!" Given the choice, I chose the latter option, and a few minutes later, wrapped in a Mickey poncho and carrying my new shoulder bag, I walked out of the Swan toward Epcot. I walked past the Yacht & Beach Clubs, noticing that a few hardy souls were actually playing water dodge-ball or something in the pool, and after about ten minutes I was digging my Walt Disney World Annual Passport out of my wallet to enter Epcot through International Gateway. I only cursed a little at the fact that my AP was pasteboard as I tried to keep it dry. The rain had slacked off a little.

My first stop in any Disney park is usually one of the shops, and this was no exception. International Gateway has a very nice little gift shop right next to it, which I browsed for several minutes. I noted that the 'Make your own Disney mix CD' machine was gone; I had never tried it, but it was a good idea. I wondered if all such machines were gone from WDW or if they just moved the one from International Gateway to a better location. I had never seen the machine in use.

The rain was making my shoulders ache, so I got a locker and left my bag in it (forgetting to take my cell phone out first, of course), before walking off through the World Showcase. At this point, bagel and grapes notwithstanding, I was hungry, so I stopped in the U.K. and got some of those excellent fish & chips from the walk-up stand. The rain had eased up to a light drizzle, so I found a table (with an umbrella, naturally), and sat down to have a real lunch. Since I hadn't had a full dinner the night before, and I hadn't had breakfast this morning, this fish & chips basket was my first actual meal in 24 hours. I was worried that I might still be a little sick, and eating too much too fast might give me a tummy ache, but the food was just what I needed to feel more energized and ready to have a little bit of fun.

Epcot's good stuff

I began my fun by walking around the World Showcase to Future World, stopping briefly at Showcase Plaza to browse the two gift shops there. The rain was slacking off pretty well now, but it was still coming down hard enough to wear my poncho. My first stop was Imagination, where I rode Journey Into Imagination, re-starring Figment the talking purple dragon. The changes made to this ride in the past year improved it quite a bit over the snooze-fest it had become since it was re-titled Journey Into Your Imagination, and the extra bits with Eric Idle tie it very nicely into the story with Honey, I Shrunk The Audience, which I saw next. Then it was off to Spaceship Earth, where I got my first glimpse of the TV screens at the beginning of the ride telling you that you're riding in a moving vehicle (DUH!) I don't think these screens seriously detract from the ride at all, although I also don't think they seriously improved the rid, either. They're just sort of there.

My strength left me at this point. I became weak. I could no longer resist the pull toward Mouse Gear, the biggest gift shop in Epcot, and probably the second-biggest in all of WDW, after the World of Disney at Downtown Disney. I'm not sure, but I think Mouse Gear is actually a little bigger than the Emporium at Magic Kingdom. I browsed through the place for a while, really missing the old layout from before the unnecessary rehab done to it in 1999, then I went over to Ice Station Cool for a refreshing soda. No, this year I didn't try the Beverly soda from Italy; Beverly is probably the rankest sludge ever foisted on a body of consumers in the history of soft drinks, and I didn't want to take the chance of losing my fish & chips. I did try some of the citrus-flavored stuff from Japan, though.

I was actually getting a little tired by now, so I decided to head back to the Swan and call it a night early without staying for Illuminations. I love the show, but I had seen it a few nights prior on an Illuminations cruise, thanks to the generous invitation of Nanci Rossetti, and watching it in a light drizzle from a spot around the lagoon just couldn't compare. I walked all the way back to International Gateway and got on a boat.

Bad luck? Ha! Bring it on.

This is where my luck took a turn for the worse. I sat in the second seat on the port (left) side of the boat, and about 2 minutes later a group of three people, from the look of them Mom, son, and daughter, sat down on the bench in front of me. My first thought was Where are the volume controls on these people! They were having a conversation at volumes that were more appropriate for a Nascar event than a boat ride around Crescent Lake. And to top it all off, they got louder after a minute or two, because they started arguing about something. I buried my head in my shoulder and tried not to listen, but it was kind of like trying to ignore someone poking you in the neck with a sharp stick while you're driving; it ain't happening. So I suffered along until the boat's first stop, the Boardwalk, and got off there, walking the rest of the way back to the Swan. Had the loud people got off at Boardwalk, I would have stayed on the boat.

I got all the way back to my room before I remembered my shoulder bag, still safely ensconced in a locker at International Gateway. Tired or not, I only had a little time to get that bag before the lockers were cleaned out for the night, so I trudged all the way back, skipping the boats, which were slower than walking, and rescued my bag from the locker just as Illuminations was ending. Then I got onto the boat again to spare myself the long walk back to the Swan.

Unfortunately, I didn't spare myself a thing; the boat was full to capacity and beyond, and I was forced to stand up instead of sitting down. Worse, the Friendship boats have no handrails in the ceiling like the Disney buses have, meaning that I had nothing to hold onto as the boat clunked it's way into the dock at the Boardwalk. No seats opened up, so again I got off the boat and walked the rest of the way back to the Swan.

Waiting for me when I got back was a message from Clubhouse Members Rob (who posts as Merle) and his wife Melissa. They were scheduled to meet with me and a few other tomorrow for breakfast in the Castle with Cinderella, but Melissa had gotten sick on the ship at the same time as me, and she wasn't feeling up to breakfast, so they were canceling. Although I was feeling better, I still didn't feel 100% either, so I figured that tomorrow would not be quite as much fun as I had hoped. But I figured I might as well try to salvage some of it; there were 5 other people still scheduled to show up for breakfast, plus me, and we were supposed to meet several other families before breakfast, so even if I woke tomorrow feeling like Death on Holiday, I was going to show up at the Partners statue as advertised.

Goodnight

I wound up falling asleep about 11pm.

Walk Miles: 6.3