Hong Kong Disneyland

I'm not a big fan of theme parks at the best of times, and I've consequently managed to avoid Hong Kong Disneyland since it opened (I think a couple of years ago). But Tuesday afternoon was d-day, and off we went, Jordan accompanying to strategically add that extra bit of staying power. I have to admit that I wasn't entrirely impressed, but the whole place was slickly executed and finished. I thought this was a great fountain statue on the way in for example, Mickey riding a whale's spout. The face pulled by Jordan was at least as good though. Aiden thoroughly enjoyed the parade, waved at all the characters, and it was super-well coreographed. I thought Cinderella and Snow White where pretty hot - I think I get the 7 dwarves whole attitude a lot better now. Aiden's first ride was on the space mountain roller-coaster, which requires you to be 1.05m tall; Aiden is 1.07, according to their scale. Well, it wasn't really that appropriate - great ride, great use of light and darkness inside, but regrettably "Big Red Things" too - I think they were meant to be space-ghosts, with a sort of Auroras feel and scale to them. Frightened the proverbial out of Aiden, early on in the ride too. So no sooner had we got going than my fears ("should I really be taking a three year old on this ride?') materialised: I had a loud little wail coming from the seat next to me informing me that he wanted to get off. Well Aidie, you unfortunaltely can't get off - toooooooo late, as they say. It wasn't the best way to begin, and the rest of the rides we went on were carefully checked out for anything remotely threatening by our young friend, who, I couldn't help feeling, spent the rest of the afternoon and evening keeping an eye out for BRTs. I think Ocean Park near where I work has (far) better and differentiated rides, and a great aquarium, and dolphins, and pandas and a monster cable car - so that's where I'd prefer to be headed from this point on. Might turn out that BRTs are rather useful.