The City Beautiful 1
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It was a real shame to leave Jazz on the Beach as it had been very good to us in terms of new friends, location and nights out, but leave we did, boarding another Greyhound to Orlando. Since we had left South America, Kev had been very excited about our arrival in this particular city due to the recently opened Harry Potter ride at Universal Studios. The intelligent amongst you will realise from the previous sentence that Kev is a huge Harry Potter fan, but unfortunately I didn’t share his enthusiasm in deciding whether I would be in the house of Rimjobsniff or Battypoof. As much as I wanted to debate how many times Dumbledore had blown his nose in The Pensioner of Turkmenistan, I was looking forward to staying in a hotel for the first time in America.
This was the first time Kev had been instilled with the responsibility for reserving accommodation on our travels, and I was left remarkably impressed with his organisational skills.
Recording a jump that Jonathan Edwards would have been proud of, Kev was victorious at the inaugural Bedroom Olympics in our hotel room that night. Speaking after a leaping a distance spanning one double-bed, two 80 litre travelling bags and a bedside table, the Orlando 2010 gold-medallist expressed his excitement at the prospect of defending his title at The Copacabana Palace Hotel in 2014. Simultaneously, he was quick to acknowledge the fight I had put up, but attributed his achievement to the superior diet and exercise routine he had stringently adhered to in the build up to the competition.
Bouncing out of bed the next morning, Kev dragged me to breakfast whilst wondering out loud whether a giraffe would make a good pet.
We ventured into the Film Studio part of the theme park on arrival, making sure we experienced the Jurassic Park, Men in Black, Spiderman and Jaws rides.
We continued on our charm offensive, heading to Wet ‘n Wild water park, which was every bit as action-packed as the title insinuated. Having worked so hard on bronzing our skin tone at South Beach to nullify risk of being perceived as tourists, the terrible swimming trunks we adorned ensured the locals wouldn’t be left prevaricating about us being foreign. Inevitably it wasn’t long before we were receiving a warning about our conduct and remonstrating with officials. Apparently you can’t try and pile three rings on top of each other and try to surf them round the Lazy Love River. Immediately after this a very attractive girl then approached us (whilst I was underwater) inquiring into our sexuality, taking particular umbrage to us sharing one ring. From what I gather, Kev’s response was less than amicable and, deciding that we weren’t making many friends in this area of the park, we headed in the direction of Black Hole: Next Generation, Bomb Bay and Mach 5.
Harry Potter ride next then....