The Monorail carried my confused, overheated butt from the Contemporary to the Polynesian. This hotel was absolutely on my agenda, but with dinner plans tonight at Kona Café, there was no reason to visit yet. I remained on the Monorail.
The Monorail next stopped at Disney's Grand Floridian, which I never made an effort to visit. This hotel design was largely cloned at the Hong Kong Disneyland Hotel, where I'd spent quite a bit of time before. This wasn't an Orlando priority. I remained on the Monorail.
I got off at the Magic Kingdom station. I wouldn't be visiting this park itself until Tuesday, but it was neat to get a sneak preview. Looking pretty familiar!
I headed straight to the boat docks to await a water taxi to Wilderness Lodge. There wasn't very much clear signage pointing the way - without some form of prior research, I'd've been completely lost at sea here - so I simply followed some other guests who I overhead talking about Wilderness Lodge.
The wait for a boat was interminable. Actually, it was only 20 minutes (which apparently isn't that terrible or that unusual by Disney World standards), but in my overheated, semi-inebriated, wholly-confounded state, this was endless. I felt trapped, a victim of Disney's capricious whims, with a low level throbbing headache just starting to form. I felt
ANGRY.
This was the least pleasant single portion of the entire trip, edging out Uni's Stay 'n' Scream bake-a-thon because I at least entered into that situation willingly. Standing out there on the dock in direct sunlight, watching a potential Wilderness Lodge boat show up, only to then turn on its "Out of service" sign...Watching another Wilderness Lodge boat get held up for a few minutes while a great big ferry boat made its way over from TTC...This extremely sluggish touring pace took a long time to accept. I felt like I had no control.
The boat ride finally started up, and a slight cooling breeze eased my mind somewhat.
I cannot deny that the views across Seven Seas Lagoon are very nice. Very special, very unlike the scenery at any other Disney resort. I was in a crummy mood, not feeling the resort's vibes, but still it was pretty.
These water taxis seemed to be the only obvious route between Wilderness Lodge and Magic Kingdom. That's a blessing and a curse. Wilderness Lodge takes fullest advantage of its secluded setting, but transportation can be a little inconvenient.
Walking down Wilderness Lodge's introductory docks, where the Floridian swamp feel gives way to all-purpose National Parks splendor, I decided to call off the bar crawl. That headache was growing worse by the minute. In this state, the walking distances simply within Wilderness Lodge alone started to feel needlessly long. There was no limit to the available space when building these hotels, so gaps between features are always a little wider, the empty lawn spaces are always a little bigger, and it was all just unfamiliar enough from the five other Disney Destinations that I was feeling dissatisfied with the situation. Disney World takes a long time to get used to, if it isn't already your comfort zone! I was fighting it.
I chose a roundabout route, fool that I am, heading past the pool area and towards Geyser Point. Had I been feeling better, I might've stopped here. I wasn't sure what I was doing in the moment. I simply trudged onwards, along the lengthy footpaths separating the main Wilderness Lodge structure from the adjoining DVC complex.
Ultimately I wound up inside the main lobby. While it was similar to Disney's Grand Californian back home, it was distinct enough to warrant a visit. Less Craftsman, more woodsy, with plenty of charming little details all throughout, details like carved Disney characters on a totem pole, or Craftsman silhouette light fixtures, or a glass table with Seven Dwarf footers, or a general railroad theme.
I think I eventually wound up at
Territory Lounge, because I really needed to sit down and cool off. And that Disney AC wasn't doing the trick. So I ordered a Coke, and in my ill-tempered condition I vented to the (male) bartender about how overwhelming and massive and impersonal Disney World was to Hulk.
I then headed back towards the DVC area. I bypassed the arcade, and the temptation of pinball. My destination was the Carolwood Pacific Railroad Room, one of Disney World's best little hidden away spots (according to Floridian forum friends). This was a quiet, private, unassuming tribute to Walt Disney's love of trains. I found a rocking chair with a bucolic creek view, and for the better part of half an hour I sat here all alone and undisturbed. I needed that! Needed to sit, needed to cool down.
So...the hotel thing. All the Disney resorts have hotels, but Disney World is on a different level entirely. Twenty-five plus hotels on property, compared to the three or so at Disneyland, and the smattering elsewhere. People who consider Disney World to be the greatest of all Disney Destinations usually cite these hotels are the big reason why. I'm not on that wavelength.
Like...you only stay at one hotel per trip, right? (Unless it's a split-stay.) The other 24+ are just venues for some bars and some restaurants. They have nice decoration too, though not on par with the parks. I guess it's a leisure resort mentality, and a returning guest comfort thing. What I saw of Disney World's various hotels didn't move the needle personally. I could take 'em or leave 'em. They're a distraction from what I'm here for (parks! rides!), and not a draw in and of themselves.
I set out to leave Wilderness Lodge around 5:20. I had a 6 PM reservation at the Poly, and based on the day's transportation thus far, this might've already been cutting it tight. I trudged back towards the water taxi dock, mentally preparing for the next grueling hotel-to-hotel transfer.