Part III... Epcot and the Barf Bag

I shall not discuss the weather.
I shall not discuss the weather.
I shall not discuss the..
Yeah, right.

And a warning before we start. This post may not be for the squeamish.
Day 3 was our day in Epcot, and it was the only day we didn't see people seeking medical attention for the heat. It even stormed in the late afternoon.

Here's the giant golf ball... Spaceship Earth. (Little known Disney Trivia... Even the people who work there call it the golf ball. Walt probably turns over in his grave every time.)



And here are Dan/Daddy and the boy saying, "Come ON and stop taking pictures of that big golf ball."
"That's Spaceship Earth!" I yell. But no one listens.



In the front half of the park is where you'll find all the scientific-y learningish stuff. (It's also all indoors. And AIR conditioned.) We rode a few of the rides and tried out some of the "hands-on" things.

Like launching a spaceship. Dan/Daddy and I were Mission Control and the boy was an astronaut. Our team won, by the way.



At the end of the Spaceship Earth ride, you can create a video postcard from the future and send it to yourself. So being the scientific-y learningish geeks that we are, we did it. Here's mine and the boy's...



Dan/Daddy was riding by himself, so he got the random cartoon lady in his pic...



One of the more popular rides we managed to get to was something called Mission to Mars, or the Puke-o-Rama.
It's a space flight simulator. At hearing this, I should have gotten out of line. God was telling me to get off the ride.
They strap your crew into a row of seats in a capsule. I mean STRAP you in. You can't move any part of your body except your arms and hands. And eyeballs. But I'll get to that.
You watch a little screen in front of your face, and it feels like you are blasting off to Mars. FEELS like it.
Because you don't KNOW it at the time, but your little capsule is spinning. Spinning. Spinning hard and fast enough to create actual G-Forces on your body.
Oh. My. Word.
Wanna know what my second clue from God was that I should not be on this ride?
In every little capsule, in front of every seat, is a small pouch.
Of barf bags.
No lie.
I saved mine as a souvenir.
(I didn't use it. But I considered it.)
Worst feeling I have ever had in my life? The feeling I had on that ride.
At some point, I really did start thinking about that barf bag, but I was so sucked-back into my seat from the G-Forces, that I couldn't lift my arm to my face even IF I had thrown up.
Wanna know my third clue from God? Before the ride starts, the little computer voice tell you not to move your eyeballs around; no looking from side to side.
Wanna know why? It makes the dizzy, spinning, puking sensation worse.
We met a family later in the day who had ridden Mars Mission. There was puking in the capsule around them. The ride was delayed for "clean-up." Niiice.

I was never so happy to get off of a ride in my entire life.
And I felt yucky for a LONG time after. So did the boy.
Guess we're not cut out to be astronauts.

The second half of the park is actually my favorite... The World Showcase.
All the countries and all their yummy foods. Although eating was the last thing on my mind for a while.

Acrobats in China... These little girls could bend in half, folks!


Pin trading in Mexico...


Vikings in Norway!


Hat stealing in Morocco. Just kidding. Dan/Daddy told the boy to take the picture fast so the shop owner wouldn't think we were stealing them. Check out the panic on his face...


Ahhh, Paris.



About 13 hours after the Mars ride, we had dinner reservations at the Coral Reef restaurant.

The food was excellent, but the coolest part is that you eat IN the aquarium. The restaurant's walls are these ginormous tanks of fish. Stingrays, sharks, sea turtles, and tons of fish all swim by while you're eating.
Dan/Daddy and the boy ordered fish.
I just couldn't do it. Not with all of them watching me.
I ordered steak.


Coming up... Part IV... Stop Calling it MGM, Old Man.