It's a world of lau-ghter...

Disnélond!
That is how they pronounce it here. We (Me, Juliette, Mathilde and their friend Phillipe) finally got there despite the snow on Friday, the metro accident blocking the route today and the Noticeable Lack of Bus.

But, before that, I shall just state for the record that sushi (yes, maki, Juliette) tastes nowhere near as bad as I thought it would. It actually tastes pretty good. We had Japanese last night, and we got served the maki by a Japanese lady (Asian count = 6 now!) in little wooden boats. Very cool.

So! Disneyland!

We went of Space Mountain twice, and the Indiana Jones ride (on which we put our hands in the air on all the downhill bits until we realised they were crap. And now I think I have frostbite on my ungloved hand) and It's a Small World, which cracked me up so hard. The freaky dolls! The annoying song! The aborigine hitting the dingo on the head with a boomerang! Steve Irwin!
Evidently the makers of the ride never learnt from Naomi Robson that dressing things up as Steve Irwin is Not Okay.
We took pictures with like 20 Disney characters in costumes as well, but not Donald, because Donald had a bodyguard, an angry British woman who jumped in front of him like she was taking a bullet everytime anyone got too close, yelling "GET BACK" in cockney french and english like we were fat people at boot camp and Donald was chocolate. I think she made some little kids cry. All they wanted was Donald's autograph!
I was going to buy my brother an ugly Goofy (here called "Dingo") hat but then I saw an even uglier one. So now his Christmas present is a 'coon hat, for whenever he feels like looking at home in a log cabin in early America. With pilgrims. On a prairie.

Breaking news!
Yesterday the two (one?) of us met up with the express purpose of eating Tim Tams. It is sunny, it is 4 o'clock, we have the entire of Paris at our disposal! So what do we do? We put Vegemite on a crèpe with a phone card.
Mmm.

--Emma