Tokyo Disney - Happiest Prace on Earf
Trip Start Dec 02, 2008
10Trip End Jan 20, 2009
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The next day we rose with the sun, Karla suffered no Jet lag today, for she was going to Disneyland Tokyo, the "Happiest Prace on Earf". We wrangled up some breakfast and left Shinigawa station with plenty enough time to make it to the park before opening, even if we missed a train. Karla double and triple checked that she had the tickets this time. We wanted no repeats of Paris. After switching in Tokyo station, we took a second train East to the Disneyland resort, arriving about a half hour before the gates opened. People were already lining up so I held our spot while Karla traded our digital tickets for gate passes. I don't know what I was expecting in Tokyo, but there wasn't a single white person in sight. I had thought that Disneyland was truely an American enjoyment, or at least based around English, because when we were at EuroDisney, avast majority of the people seemed to be from America or the UK. But Nobody embraces westernism like the Japanese, and Disneyland should be no exception.Finally the bell sounded and the gates opened, the buzz in the crowd grew as the people began to march forward.
When we got to the front of the line, we saw that people were running, no SPRINTING into the park to get in line for their favorite rides. Not knowing why, Karla and I started running too, first things first, Fast Passes for Space Mountain!
While in line for Space Mountain we planned out our attack plan for the rest of the day, the Fast Pass system worked a little differently at the Tokyo Disney and you could only hold one fast pass at a time, this threw a monkey wrench in the works and had us changing our schedule from our original plan.
Going to Disneyland will always be fun, no matter how old I get.
Though Tokyo Disney is the only Disney park NOT actually owned by the Disney Corp. But you can’t tell one bit, it has all the flair of the original, and is even laid very similar to it’s Orange County counterpart. There were even some attractions that have been retired from the LA Disneyland that were still here, like Capt. Nemo’s ship and the Swiss Family Robinson tree house. Similar to Euro Disney, There was no Matterhorn ride, which made us wonder if only Americans liked the ride, or if it was so old and unsafe that it just couldn’t be replicated safely enough to meet other countries safety standards… As always, there was at least ONE ride that was closed for repair, this time it was the haunted mansion, Booooooooo.
While I waited in line for the next fast pass, Karla saw a girl walk by in a fuzzy Minnie mouse hat, Pink with a little bow on the top. I saw the gears turning in her head…. Impulse buy in 3…2…1… “I want one of THOSE!” So within minutes she was the cutest little furry Minnie Mouse around. I’m glad she got the gray one instead of pink though. I must admit, it made for some of the cutest pictures I’ve ever seen from Disneyland.
The highlights that stand out included the trip to the island of the lost boys in the middle of Frontier Land. That was something that I’d never honestly never done before, as was the stern-wheeler ride around the island. We drove the F-1 Race cars, which go much slower than I remember them going when I was a kid, but have not lost their magic. They had installed radar sensors that automatically slow the car down so you can’t ram the person in front of you. Technology is killing all the REAL fun in the world.
Aside from the massive amount of Asian people walking around, it was easy to forget that you weren’t actually IN Los Angeles. I was Jerked back into reality for instance when the Animals from Splash Mountain or the Pirates from the Caribbean started talking in Japanese. Weird!
For lunch we ate again at the Blue Bayou restaurant in the Pirates of the Caribbean Ride. Sitting around watching the rides go by we reminisced about our trip to Europe and the lovely time we had, and what a great idea it was to top it off with a trip to Euro Disney. Unlike that experience though, the weather was playing along this time and it was a crisp, but beautiful day.
That afternoon we rushed around hitting all the rides that were too busy in the morning, and went one more time on Space Mountain. You just can’t ride Space Mountain enough: it never gets old. Our dogs were tired so we rested and did some shopping in “main st.” which now that I think about it, wasn’t called Main St. It was called something strange, yet universal, like “World Bazaar” or “International Market” or something like that. But it looked just like Main St., USA in Los Angeles, minus the US Presidents show.
In the Arcade I won Kalra some fuzzy little baby chick dolls from the quarter…uhh… I mean fifty-yen machine. I had no Idea what these were doing in Disneyland, other than they satisfied the Japanese obsessions of loving anything that was really small, fuzzy, and/or painfully cute.
After one more trip around the park to hit our favorite rides once more (One more time on space mountain? Why not!). After that our feet were absolutely on FIRE and we decided to leave before closing time, with just enough time to beat the rush back into the city. That night we felt kind of bad about not going out, but neither of us felt like even walking across the room, let alone going out. I did wander across the street to see if Pachinko would treat me any differently, It didn’t, so I went back and called it a night.