Some Japanese shrines and palaces used intentionally-squeaky floorboards (known as Nightingale floors) as a type of security-system. It was nigh on impossible to cross these without them chirping away.
The good folk at the Tokyo Bay Hilton appeared to have unintentionally recreated this effect with their 'Japanese Room' and the deliberately-raised timber/tatami flooring (not to mention the wafer-thin futons and jockey-sized showers). We selected this melodious back-breaker amongst a Hotel full of comfy beds, as it was the only one that could cater for the vast numbers that is the Martin family (apart from booking out the executive floor I'd wager).
The storm-front of yesterday had grumbled its way out into the Pacific, leaving a bright but frost-bitten day in its wake. People were already thick on the ground at the entrance to Disney Sea, and again the full-blown costumery was in evidence by many in attendance. There does not appear to be any drive to present oneself as overtly-masculine or 'tough' in Japanese males during their down-time - Minnie Mouse polka-dot bows and over-sized plush toy beanies appeared to be the order of the day, along with thousands of pale-brown teddy bears. This relaxed approach to fun and childish accessories on the weekend stands out all the more in light of their wall-to-wall pinstripe business suits and seriousness while in 'work mode'. I confess some admiration over their lack of embarrassment while draping themselves in anything they consider kawai. Don't expect me to turn up to the shops with Donald Duck on my head however.

Josh was hugely excited with the prospect of seeing Mickey once again. Fortunately, we happened upon him travelling by on a boat doing a show, and were able to wave furiously. The wait otherwise would have been just shy of 3 hours for the opportunity to say hi.
Mermaid Lagoon (think Little Mermaid vibe) became increasingly popular with the crowds - located mainly indoors and equipped with heating did not seem to hurt that popularity. It was very much aimed at the kiddies, who somehow managed to endure 40 minute waits for 30 second rides with good humour (yes, even Josh).
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King Neptune getting all Christmassy |
The Arabian Coast part of the park was finished with remarkable detail, bazaars and middle-eastern architecture (albeit Disney-fied) abounded.
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Martins - with camel. |
The Arabian Coast also included a double-storied Carousel. We somehow managed to get a ride for twice the length of the normal duration. The operators were clearly explaining at length the reason for this - we in turn just as clearly had no idea what they were going on about. Josh was desperate to ride on the elephant, and fortunately for all in the vicinity - we managed to secure one, equipped with a seatbelt no less!
The more we saw of Disney Sea, the more impressed we became. For us, it wipes the floor with Disney Land - care and thought put into every detail of the enormous place. So popular was it that they actually stopped more people coming in.
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Yes, there is an ocean liner in the park. |
The Fast-pass (pre-reserving a time) line for the Indiana Jones Adventure ride still had quite a lengthy queue, but seeing as it shaved approximately 120 minutes off the wait - I'd call these things relative. The ride was hands-down my favourite - hurtling along in the dark in an oversized jeep with all sorts of creepy-crawlies jumping out at you just screams (literally) fun.
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It's okay - Indie will save us. |
Lily became theatrically-fearful enough in the line for the Raging Spirits ride that one of the nice attendants whispered to her 'It's not that scary' as we got into our securely locked-in seats. After some plunges and even a complete loop, I'd have to agree - it was fortunately not a patch on that blasted Hollywood Dream from Universal Studios.
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Despite outward appearances, not that bad. |
The fairly generic-looking teddy bear I had spied earlier was everywhere - more people lugging him about /wearing him on their heads than even the Big Mouse himself. I became obsessed with tracking down just who this usurper was, and why had I never laid eyes on it before in my life.
The little blighter's name was Duffy, and the story goes that he is a gift from Minnie to Mickey (aww). Virtually unknown elsewhere in the world (or at least as far as I'm aware), he has received saturation-promotion in Asia - and at Tokyo Disney Sea in particular. They love him, queuing for hours just to get into stores selling more of his merchandise.
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The queue wants their Duffy. |
You are even able to buy popcorn buckets in the shape of Duffy's head. I was tempted to ask some of the devotees plunging their hands into Duffy's cranium why they were eating his braaaaains. On the sage advice of Jen (as well as the fear of being asked to leave the Magic Kingdom), I kept my observations to myself.
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One Duffy-head of Milk Tea Popcorn please! |
The varieties of popcorn was bordering on excessive: Sea salt and even caramel I understand, but there was also apple & cinnamon, black pepper, strawberry and curry on offer. Even greater was the variety of plastic popcorn containers that attendees had brought along with them - you could purchase cheap re-fills....as long as it was a Disney container.
The sun started going down at around 4:30 pm, and what little of the days warmth went with it. We were on the Tokyo Bay side of the park, and the wind had an icy feel - so naturally we queued for the water-based Aquatopia ride. Despite our chattering teeth, we had a blast (Joshie giggling hysterically).
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Aquatopia at sunset. |
We started to wind up our day as the temperature dropped well down into single digits, and made our way towards the entrance of the park. As we did so, we passed lines of rugged-up attendees queuing for a photo in front of a fairly run-of-the-mill Christmas tree. We also picked up some flashy Disney-related baubles (various incarnations of Mickey's head on a string, blinking festively).
Caught up in the consumerist vibe, we entered the souvenir shop to see what we could find. Having been in a Tokyo subway at peak hour, I can now say (with at least some authority) that peak hour had nothing on this. The closest approximation would be a well-behaved mosh-pit. I expected a Border Collie to go racing over the top of peoples heads to herd them at any moment - shoppers in a sheep-like trance, filling their baskets vaguely. At one point I had a series of people bump off me multiple times before realising I wasn't moving, and then going around me with vacant looks on their faces. There were a handful of quasi-police smiling inanely, too much crowd for them to control. We squeezed/bull-dozed our way out of the shop and did a quick head-count of the Martin clan. Looking at the queues of folk at all of the other shops nearby, we decided to head for the exit gates.

Tomorrow is our final day in Japan, with a reasonably leisurely morning followed by a late departure from Narita Airport (around 7:50 pm). The aim is to chronicle this - but will be at the mercy of the airport's Wi-Fi once more.