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Continuing with a series of trip reports from my friend Bruce Metcalf...
Metcalfs @ WDW day 8, the Bummer
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No, this post doesn't give away ride secrets or any such, it's just the
tale of a spoiled day.  We proved the truth of the saying, "A bad day at
WDW is better than a good day at work."  Boy did we ever!
It started with a truely mediocre breakfast at the Concourse Steakhouse.
As good as our breakfast was last week, this was poor.  Coffee so bad we
had to send the first pot back, missing silver, overcooked food,
undercooked food, hard-to-find server, only the Mickey Stickies were as
good as we deserved.  Nothing bad enough to walk out on, about par for your
average Shoney's, but otherwise a meal well worth forgetting--something I
would not be able to do.
This day's plan started with a quick sail to Discovery Island for a
half-day with the animals.  Before we were out of sight of the dock, my
camera malfunctioned and required a jury-rig repair.  Back on the trail,
and my normally modest pace began to slow, just as the stream of sweat down
my back began to increase.  By the midpoint of the walk, I had to confess I
was ill, but there was nothing for it but to make the long trek back to the
dock--with not air-conditioned stops along the way.
When we finally reached the boat, I insisted on a seat by the rail.  Before
we reached the Contemporary's dock, the wisdom of this was, sadly, proven.
The pilot was most solicitous, providing a wet rag for my head, an escort
to the lobby, and direction to some lounge chairs where I could rest before
driving myself back to the hotel (SWMBO doesn't drive--even on Autopia).
My bed beckoned, but other symptoms kept me from staying there for long.
SWMBO thinks it was caused by the heat and the DEET-containing sunblock I
used for the first time.  I blame food poisoning from breakfast.
Whichever, it was a distinctly non-fun day.
By evening, however, I had recovered sufficiently to have dinner at
Bonfamille's at Port Orleans.  Blackened scallops on linguini, and their
Trio for Two sundae for dessert.  I couldn't finish either, but it all
stayed where it belonged and by the next morning I was all ready to go again.
All in all, not a great day, but one I still wouldn't have traded for work.
Hmm, what does that say about what I do for a living?
Bruce Metcalf,
EMuck Rufus,
mailto:bmetcalf@cdc3.cdc.net
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