Wonderful Adventure – Part 2

I think we arrived so early the staff hadn’t begun setting up. We were still two hours from opening time. Since it had stopped raining I suggested to George we go for a walk and have a look around. George agreed, not looking forward, I suppose, to being cooped up in my car for longer than necessary. However, ten yards into our expedition the rain returned. So did we, back to the car. So I set The Dude up with my portable DVD player. I knew it would come in handy. George happily engaged in watching Back To The Future while the rain conveniently ceased hostilities.

As more and more cars arrived I suggested to George this time we should walk up to the main gates of Legoland. Half way through Marty McFly’s adventure the DVD player went off and a coat went on. Once more, ten yards from the car, the rain descended upon us. This time it meant business. Out came the umbrella. Up went the zip on The Dude’s coat. We took up our position outside the main gate at 9.06am as the rain pummelled us. Beyond the barriers I could see the First shop, open, and inside, I knew, those waterproof yellow ponchos waited in their little rack to be bought by me. I had elected to forget my cagoule. Fortunately, I only had to wait till 9.30.

Once inside, and with poncho bought and prospective Christmas presents identified, George suggested a wander round the Star Wars exhibit. That is undercover. Out of the rain for a while, yes. And off went an excited Dude into the heart of semi-darkness. Outside on the gate, someone had given me a tag to attach to George’s wrist, with my mobile number on it, in case he got lost. How I laughed at the thought. I duly did as requested, and glad I was too. Under the roof of that galaxy far, far away with all its bricks, George disappeared on me a couple of times. Fortunately, we found each other.

All good things come to an end, and once more we found ourselves in the deluge washing down the pathways of the Park. We passed people queuing up to board water-rides, and others rushing to grab water guns to douse their friends and family members. Why? I asked myself. Poor George began to look like a dunked rodent in a ship’s sump. However, he was determined to have a good time and led the way manfully. We traversed the Land of the Vikings and Pirate Shores, and circumvented the Kingdom of the Pharaohs, none of which captured The Dude’s imagination. At Heartlake City, where absolutely nothing was occurring, we stopped for refreshment, then boarded the Lego ‘steam’ train. More respite from Heaven’s shower-head. I was worried our bums might get a tad damp, but everything was in order. After a little tour of the Park on the transport, The Dude and I dragged out the white flag, and called it a day – we’d been there two hours.

On the way out we passed some guy who grinned at us mockingly. Why people feel the need to be superior to others, I don’t know. Anyway, he was on his way in, while we were on our way to warmth and shelter. See you later mate. We got to our hotel room about midday, and it was like an oven. Just as well really. By the time we went down for dinner, our clothes were dry. George hit the play area, while I ploughed into Austerlitz. And then we posted a good night’s sleep, ready for day two.


About malekmontag

I am a writer and a wage-slave, and proud father of George Giraffe. I live in the UK, but I exist everywhere. My first stories were published this year (2016) in Short Stories and Tall Tales (Atla Publishing). Follow me on Twitter @Malek_Montag15. My Work is also available on Niume.com.
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