Wednesday, October 26, 2011

The Happiest Place on Earth.

Q. How could the magic land of Disney be anything other than all your dreams coming true?

A. It couldn't!

Setting off early in the morning, catching the 40 minute train to Marne La Valle, we were a bundle of nervous, excited energy! Despite the fact that the temperature was practically below zero and felt like snow was on its way, we bundled up in as many layers of clothes as we could and kept our mind on the rides that awaited us.

Queuing up for tickets was almost unbearable, despite wearing gloves, scarves, merino's and polyprop's, we could barely feel our fingers and toes. But after purchasing our tickets (with a small discount, thanks SP) we made it through!

The first thing you see is the giant castle that is the symbol of Disneyland! We definitely weren't in Kansas anymore. The whole place is absolutely amazing, with every small detail looked into to provide the most amazing experience ever. Walking through the small village area with elaborate houses lining the streets, the shops and cafes interior bristling with people escaping the cold, the warmth and smell of fresh baking wafting out into the streets. We quickly grabbed a hot cocoa to try and bring our fingers back to life and walked down the main street to a performance taking place, with every character you can think of represented in a play type performance. There were costumes galore and even fireworks (with silent fireworks used at night, a Disneyland specialty so the neighbours can sleep). The performance was cool and definitely seemed to entertain the little ones, but I honestly had no idea what was going on. I'm not sure how Mickey Mouse, Snow White, Peter Pan and Cinderella can all be together, but hey, its Disneyland, you can do anything.

We went through the gates to all the rides and were overwhelmed, so many rides!! As truly flabbergasted and excited tourists, we did what any sensible person would do, went on the first ride we came across. It just so happened to be a Snow White ride and after waiting in the queue for only about 15 minutes and getting more and more amped as time passed, we soon realised it was a ride for toddlers and despite being in a cart with a group of under 5's, we had fun. Ride #1: check!

After out first ride experience completed we decided to consult the map and headed straight for the 'not to be missed' rides. Big mistake. The second ride was called Indiana Jones and after waiting in line for about 30 minutes, it was only until the last 5 minutes that you are able to see the actual ride. Not good. With only a couple of people in front of us and no opportunity to back out (if not simply for the embarrassment of walking back along the line past everyone, which I would soon find out would become a common problem) the ride's path became visible. Mid-excitement for a nice ride, the ride hurtled past on the little track and went down a ginormous drop followed by a gravity defying 360 loop. My only thoughts: oh shit.

With no way of backing out, I was forced to put my life in my hands and say goodbye. Well at least that's how it felt. It was pretty scary, I'm not gonna lie. I have never been on a ride that goes upside down before and so to feel that pressure on your shoulders and knowing your upside down (even though I had my eyes closed..) was just the strangest feeling. I'm so glad I went on it but little did I know that things were only going to get worse...

Other rides we went on made Indiana Jones look like a carousel ride.

The Finding Nemo ride has a name that does not signify the terror it causes. Lining up with lots of kids, despite the ride being labelled in the scary section on the map, we were lulled into a false sense of security. Not being able to see the ride is never a good thing, an judging the ride by the people's faces who get off is not accurate. It began by sweeping round a huge bend and then going up a step hill. It pauses at the top of the hill (for those going backwards ie. me, you are faced with a steep drop down and while waiting for about one minute, you assume you are going back down it) but all of a sudden the ride takes off at an unbelievable speed and hurtles through the most confusing maze of tracks ever (I noticed for the split second I forced my eyes were open). The cart you're in spins as you go through the track and so you're never really sure where you're actually headed. This makes for a particularly scary ride but incredibly fun. No loops but plenty of terror.

We went on dozens of rides and managed to get to all the 'not to be missed' ones that were open (Thunder Mountain was unfortunately closed). I think I nearly wet myself on every ride. And no, I'm not joking. One ride called 'Rock'n'Roller Coaster' sounded harmless enough, a rollercoaster to the beat of Aerosmith. Until you wait in the queue and all you can hear is screaming and all you can see is the rollercoaster take off and what seems faster than the speed of light. It was terrifying but so much fun at the same time. When I was brave enough to open my eyes all I could see was light formations that make you think you're in outer space or some kind of inter-galactic world. It was pretty amazing.

We ended the night at Space Mountain which was my favourite ride. It was incredibly scary (so much so, I couldn't even find my voice to scream) but it was really well done with all the lights. It was so fast and so crazy that I had no idea when I was upside down, sideways, doing corkscrews or what. It felt like your body was being pulled in every direction all at once and was simply the coolest feeling. After doing so many rollercoasters you come to love the feeling!

While waiting for Space Mountain, one of our group, W, saw a guy he knew working there and after they got talking he told us to follow him and he would sneak us in the back entrance of a ride! It was cool. I felt pretty special. Special, because we went through the disabled entrance and down a long corridor and opened the door to find ourselves at the front of the queue and we were able to walk past the long queue of people waiting and seat ourselves nicely at the front of the ride! Merci!

We decided to try and rush to one last ride as the park was beginning to close but got completely lost. Instead we decided to try and find a place selling waffles but stumbled on the Peter Pan ride we were looking for!

After the ride, we walked back through the park in the dark, the park lit up by magical lights everywhere, making it seem like a Fantasyland (incidentally, one of the names of the parks). The castle and all the buildings were lit up with millions of lights and it was amazing to walk back through what looked like a completely different place!

We caught the train home, starving and exhausted, but unbelievably happy after what has got to be one of the best days in my life.

Walt Disney, je t'adore.




Sunday, October 23, 2011

Pride.

What an emotional day here in the land of 'les bleus'!

Woke up early this morning after a tumultuous night sleeping, for both me and my bed partner (yes, thats weird) thanks to the continued feeling that I was on a rollercoaster. When it wasn't me waking myself up from feeling like I was spinning and turning, it was N waking me up from doing the same thing!

Anyway, we woke up, dazed and disorientated from a bizarre night and headed just down the road from our appartment to meet up with friends at Oz bar. We arrived at about 9.40am and it was PACKED. We couldn't even get in at first but ending up using a bit of Kiwi ingenuity and going in the back way and clearing the tables so that we could stand on them. We assumed we'd get told off and made to get down but we held our flags proud and they didn't dare to tell us off. Anyway, there were more important things to worry about for the nervous French.

The bar was packed and surprisingly (given that it was an Australian bar) it had barely any All Blacks supporters. We were definitely outnumbered and were constantly aware that should we lose, we needed an emergency escape route.

Watching the All Blacks do the haka was probably the best part. I was pretty close to shedding a tear watching the boys do their thing. France seemed to get pretty amped over the fact that their team could get themselves into a pre-planned, much recited V formation. There's just something about watching your nation's hero's strut their stuff in New Zealand, infront of the world, and watching it from the home of the enemy that is special! Probably a moment I will never forget.

But once the game started, all emotional moments were completely out the window. This was war.

I was tense the whole game, our Kiwi contingent watching the game (which included three American's, a Canadian, an Australian, an Irish and five New Zealander's) practically swallowed their fists with nerves. We cheered hard for anything remotely good, trying to bolster each other and ourselves that we could pull through (and consequently doing the exact opposite).

When the French scored their goal it was like the world was ending. The whole bar erupted, another round of 'allez les bleus' began (this happened frequently) and we were given the stare down. I had no idea the French were quite so rowdy at 10am on a Sunday morning, even when their national rugby team is playing. I think I can still hear their shouting in my eardrums.

But when the time hit 80 minutes we made the most of our glory and waved our flags avidly, making sure everyone knew WE were the champions. Even walking down the street afterwards, in our post-match glow, we had our flags out, walking past others who had their red, white and blue drapeau's rolled up and tucked under their arms, angrily eyeing our's; black and white, draped across our shoulders, pride sealed on our faces.

Four more years? Who cares.

Rugby World Champions 2011.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Oh. Em. Gee.

Currently in a state of hyper tension. Still feel like I'm dropping into nothingness, hurtling sideways, doing endless 360 loops, vertical drops and corkscrews. My head is spinning, my muscles are strained from tensing and my neck feels like it's experienced severe whiplash.

And I have to try and get to sleep for the rugby tomorrow morning.

Disneyland Paris, you rocked my world.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Security.

Halloween is just around the corner and you don't need to ask me twice when it comes to dressing up (not in the Mean Girls type of way). So we set off to buy our party tickets from La Peniche (an area of the school, named because of the large, barge like seat that takes up most of the space of the hallway. It is famous because everyone gets a photo sitting on it before you leave. This includes all the previous Presidents of France that have studied at SP. But you have to graduate, sorry Sarkozy...)

We wandered around trying to find the sign up table (and trying to avoid the swarms of people kissing each other. French greeting, not anything dodgy) but couldn't find the desk anywhere. Soon after, big, burly security men began to storm through, evacuating everyone from the outside garden, clearing out the cafe in the basement and then telling everyone in the main area we had to leave. They all looked very official and were speaking sternly in incredibly fast french. I managed to run into my french buddy and after doing the obligatory french kiss greeting (no matter how many times I do it it will never be normal) I asked her what he had said and what was going on.

As we were talking more security guards came in and started roping off large areas of the hallway, and she was just starting to tell me that he had said there was going to be a conference by some foreign minister about Gaza before the crowd of confused students started to make a mass procession for the exit, separating us from each other amidst stern orders from the tight lipped security.

As we left (serious case of claustrophobia starting to take effect), there were police cars and police motorcycles outside the entrance and various men in suits talking stealthily into their hidden walkie talkies.

I have no idea who was coming to give the talk but something tells me he's kind of important.

Boredom.

Currently in my Politics and Ethics lecture. One hour in. Fair enough to say I'm not cut out for this kind of philosophical study. Instead I've spent the lecture writing a to do list for our mid semester trip around the south of France. And getting amped for our visit to Disneyland on Friday.

And taking sneaky photos of my unknowing neighbors.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Best end to the day.

Cup a tea in hand and contemplating how best to pass a 2 hour lecture that would put even Gandhi to sleep.