Any [first] trip to Tokyo wouldn’t be complete without Disneyland, so we purchased our one-day passports way beforehand here in Singapore, and joined one of the snaking queues of thousands of visitors braving the chilly weather, awaiting to enter. Anyone who’s been to Disneyland will always pass on the same words: leave your maturity by the gate, and unleash your inner child. And by golly, to refrain would require a greater mental exercise than poring over a Sudoku puzzle with your eyes closed. Pictorial regurgitation up ahead.
We managed to queue up for one show, and while it was interesting watching Mickey and gang interact in Japanese, I found it more peculiar witnessing ladies in their late-thirties/early-forties screaming manically over Minnie-chan, as they fondly refer to her, which leads you to wonder how their younger idol-chasing groupie of teenage daughters would be. But then again this was the land where burly grown men walked around with Goofy ears and Stitch hats, maintaining their gangsta status quo with metal chains hanging by their pockets.
The jaw-dropping sky-scraping castles, the adorable life-sized role-playing characters (we saw Captain Hook trying to abscond with one of the tourist kids!), the so-cute-I-wanna-bring-one-home toddlers dressed up as Pooh, Tigger, Mickey, and the amazingly blue skies with wispy clouds most certainly made the whole trip seem magical, and let’s just say the inner child in me was definitely appeased.
But yessss I wanna go on the Pooh Hunt!
