The dreaded trip to Disneyland, or at least… dreaded for me. I’m not much a fan of the commercial side of travel and much prefer to do the more adventurous side of travel. That said, Mandy wanted to go and as I’m sure you’ll imagine – Jasper wanted to go too despite only being three at the time. Here’s how we told him, the very same night we were leaving…
As this was us, we didn’t do it the usual way. We both finished work and set straight off for the tunnel. Even at the time it was a four hour drive to get there on time. Arriving in Dover, we waited an hour for our slot, and from there it was a simple 30 minutes in the train while we made our way under the North Sea. Once into France we headed straight over to Disneyland Paris where we arrived for opening time at 09:00am. After a day in Disneyland we headed over to a local campsite where we had a pretty rubbish time with food and mozzies, where after a beer I was out like a light after being up for 36 hours straight. Next morning was a trip to Paris centre where we hopped on a train and spent the day absorbing all things French, and then come 17:00 it was another long trip through the night home. Here’s the best bits.
