“A nice place to go for Friday night” according to the taxi
driver. The resort receptionist didn’t even know where it was but, as I’ve learned
they don’t know much anyway. We didn’t
discover ‘til the second to last day a good shopping centre was only 20 minutes’
walk down the road. (It’s all a conspiracy) We did ask but the fact you might
walk out the resort gates and along the road was incomprehensible. We did find
the food places 10 minutes in the opposite direction quite early on.
Old Town – Kissimmee or Orlando – whatever, (do I have to
know the correct name?) It was fun – all kinds of rides, some quite extreme, a
few souvenir stores, graveyards with people oozing out of them, lots of ghouls
and walking dead, scary looking undertakers and limbless bodies, a huge tarantula
on stilts, some of the Adams family (I think) – to name but a few adding to the
“atmosphere”. Not the place to take the kids but there they were, in strollers
and prams. No wonder some are so mixed up. There was “mood” music thumping
through boom boxes on every corner, a stage with live singing and a band, a
bucking cow and announcements of the next event over a loud, loud speaker. On
the hour “thriller” was performed on one of the intersections and there was a children’s
and an adults dress-up competitions. It was all go.
Friday night is muscle car night so while we ate dinner at a
surprisingly ok restaurant we watched the passing parade. The taxi driver that
dropped us off – in an illegal spot I suspect – gave us his card and we called
him when we couldn’t stand and wander any more, and he took us back to Silver
lake.
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