Excited as kids on Christmas, we jumped out of bed and donned our most playful attire (which consisted of the clothes that were not being cleansed of Southeast Asia in the laundry), in order to prepare ourselves for the magical world of Disneyland… Hong Kong style. We took the subway and as we tightly clung to the Mickey Mouse ear handholds, we giggled in childish anticipation, truly believing at a speed of 1km per minute, that “you can fly, you can fly, you can fly!” Although Summer has only terrifying memories of Disneyland (something to do with the witch in Snow White, mushy apples, and crying hysterically), I only have the fondest.
We met Summer’s aunt, Pam (not to be confused with Peter Pan), at the gate who got us in for free, VIP status, and left us to our own devices. We scanned the empty Hong Kong fairytale to map our assault on the park “in a circle, in a hoop that never ends.” Compared to America, which is swarming with crowds of families- kids tethered to leashes- Hong Kong was a ghost town. Very appropriate since Halloween is around the corner. I won’t go into our six-hour adventure in much detail, as everyone who has ever lived has been to a Disneyland… (if not, “watch and you’ll see, someday you’ll be, part of that world”). However, we were astonished and grateful that the park really was empty—even for a Monday. There were hardly any lines at all, so naturally, we went on every ride, our favorites two or three times.
Favorite quote of all time: we were waiting in the two minute line for our third go at Space Mountain and its fast, dark rollercoaster. We were stopped in our tracks as the guard tried to explain to the two people in front if us that they could not enter the ride until they finished the contents of their giant tub of treats. Summer looks at me and nonchalantly remarked, “There is no eating popcorn on Space Mountain!” We died a little laughing at her effervescence since, “its our problem-free philosophy, Hakuna matata.”
I will mention the best part: the twenty-minute slow boat through “It’s a Small World”—twice. After traveling to Australia alone, meeting Summer- my California kindred spirit- and roaming Southeast Asia, bumping into backpackers and discovering we had mutual friends, I now truly believe that “it’s a small world after all.” The ride means so much more now that I have actually been to many of the places the smiling dolls sang to me from. Simply magical—and a bit creepy with their porcelain simulated smiles. We went to Discovery Bay afterwards, overlooking the gorgeous waterfront, and watched the fireworks display that was illuminating the skies above Disneyland. “Shining, shimmering, splendid.” What a perfect conclusion to our fun filled day. I passed out at 9pm tuckered out and tired of living the life of a five year old in my 23 year old ripe age body.
A special thanks to Peter Pan, Pocahontas, Ariel, Timon and Pumba, and Aladdin for contributing to the material in this blog post.