Friday morning and the sun is out. And we are off again to blizzard beach. Only ones on the bus, which is a first! We are already past half way point with the holiday and bemoaning the speed at which the the time is passing. So we try to make up for it by whizzing around as many slides and wave pools and lazy rivers as we can find. Stephen is trying out his go pro. Hoping for all the world he's not accused of being some weirdo with the camera. Luckily the only comments are 'that's cool man!'. I'm lying in my rubber ring smiling at the people floating by. When female lifeguards are on guard and watching I'm like this: View attachment 18341 . Stomach out, no posing. Not interested. When I float past a male lifeguard, I suck it all in and I'm like: View attachment 18342 Obviously not green, or treelike. But you get the general idea. And it's hard work too, can't keep it up for long. (Insert childish giggles here). Back to the hotel for a quick costume change and then off to Epcot. Finally get to do test track. Impressed with the changes, very modern, lots of interactive stuff to keep boredom at bay. Thank god we had FPs though! Poor chap next to me in the car got confused with his seatbelt. In front of a whole car full of people waiting to race off. Poor guy. View attachment 18343 Dinner in Mexico, which was lovely. Though the low lighting makes signed conversations a little difficult. Especially with a Spanish waitress with limited English who's backlit. Off to illuminations. We think we have half hour left. Nope. I didn't tell the time correctly. So we wait. And then realise the fireworks are at 10pm, not 9. Oops. So we wait a bit more. Luckily we have FPs also for this, so we get front row seats. One loud mouthed American chap tried it on, accused us of queue jumping, even though we had been sat there for two hours. He got two sets of withering glances and one snap of the fingers. He's dead now. Not really, though I bet he wishes he was. In a showdown between two queens (he obviously was) he was never going to win. Technical difficulties during illuminations. The globe didn't light up. There as one big brief flash. Either the jobs had gone or someone forgot to pay the electricity bill. Either way, for five minutes it was just nice coloured water jumping up and down until the fireworks kicked in again. And five minutes of 'will it light up, will it?' Nope. It didn't. Just a floating ball of what looked like rusty wire wool bobbing along in the water. Raced back to the bus... We employed out usual tactics. Puncturing scooter tyres, crippling toddlers, popping balloons held by small children.... Pointing into the distance and shouting "look it's Elsa'. We get to the bus just as it's about to leave, and are the last two on. Those tactics work people!!