The day we spent in the Magic Kingdom, the actual temperature was 95.6 degrees. With 94% humidity, the heat index was 111. Niiiice.
The next day we went to Animal Kingdom. The temp was 99.8 degrees, and the humidity was at 91%. (Wait for it. Wait for it.) That made the heat index a balmy 118.
Somehow knowing that number justifies my sweating and complaining.
Told you it was hot.
And my mother-in-law uses that word "balmy" a lot. It cracks us up, because she loves hot weather. Loves it. And I am not telling a lie when I say that she would call anything above 90 degrees "balmy."
So here we are sweating like piggies in balmy Animal Kingdom.
Animal Kingdom didn't exist when Dan/Daddy and I came to Disney the last time, so we were really looking forward to seeing it.
The big tree (don't ask me the real name) is so cool. Animal images are carved into it. There's even a Bug's Life Show down below in the trunk.
We took the Safari first thing in the morning, hoping that the animals would be out and about. They were beautiful, and unlike the Jungle Cruise in the Magic Kingdom, these guys will eat you.
Well, not these guys.
These guys...
It was obviously a productive spring in the Animal Kingdom, 'cause we got to see babies! One giraffe had given birth to twins. Poor girl.
Our tour guide told us we were some of the first visitors to see the newest baby elephant. I would say he says that to everyone on his tour, but this elephant was brand spankin' new. All I could catch was a picture of his tiny baby elephant booty. His mom and dad were doing their best to hide him.
In the walk-thru tour, we stood for a long time watching this new baby. Amazing.
One of our favorite things was Expedition Everest... a great roller coaster!
The only thing not great about it? The LINE. (Even with a FastPass.) Here's the boy, wilting on the ground.
We also saw the Finding Nemo show. Needless to say, I was overwhelmed. Again.
We ate at an African buffet, rode more rides, and drank gallons of fluids.
And we took lots of pictures. Cheesy pictures.
I am loving how the color of my face matches the car. That's what 118 degrees looks like, baby.
We even bought some of the pictures the park folks take as you're zooming down a ride or screaming at a fake dinosaur in the dark. Thank heavens they're copyright protected. Or else I'd subject you to those as well.
Coming soon... Part III. Epcot and The Barf Bag.
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