So today we decided to have a go on a shooting range with Dirty Harrys weapon of choice, a 357 Magnum. Hoo Yaa
Whilst in there you can shoot at a target of your choice, blank or Osama (oh what a surprise). So Mrs Foggy and me took it in turn on the hand gun with 50 rounds of live ammo. We is real tough cookies now!
Well another day in paradise and a whopping 95 degrees. A simple day for us trying to avoid burning severely in this high heat. Caught two movies Land of the Lost (absolute pap) and the Hangover which was absolutely brilliant.
We topped off the day with a simple fare at Rainforest Cafe and now back to chill while watching lightning.
A big hi to Stu & Jen, looking forward to catching up when we get back and also to the Barty Clan, looking forward to rounders (the fish tank picture is just for you)
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And here we have Mr Fogg, generally found near or around alcohol, considered harmless unless tipsey on Sangria laced with Vodka. In it’s current habitat “the Mr Fogg” can be seen giggling madly whilst slurring at the locals with a mock American accent that sounds more like some strangled cat.
Shortly due a long nap, the Mr Fogg will be heading back to it’s natural habitat of the nearest comfy big bed complete with TV remote gadgets and more than likely continuing to giggle until the early hours.
On occasion the Mr Fogg can be heard grumbling about his American cousins and their driving habits, their lack of the grasp of sarcasm and general over indulgence on calories.
Written for a change by Mrs Fogg who’s mobile mirror battery has gone flat
So last night Mrs Foggy and I went to O.C White for a wonderful meal with Mr Attentive the waiter (see the previous blog). The toss up was there or Santa Maria on the Marina, so today we went to Santa Maria for lunch and my gosh did it suck.
The place is horrible, the food is microwaved and the thing in the picture is called a “hushpuppie”, it tastes of old mans socks, with bits of toe cheese thrown in, three pepsies and two packs of mints later and I can still taste it.
There are some rare gems in St Augustine and this is not one of them!
Hmm, sunny St Augustine, or it was at about 4pm until the heavens opened and now there is an almighty thunderstorm, torrential rain, black skies, oh and a brace of ducks waddling across the car park. So, the plan was to put on the glad rags and go back into the centre of St Augustine for dinner at a beautiful outside restaurant. New plan- dinner inside watching said thunderstorm. If you look carefully at the pic you can see the ducks.
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So here is the view from the Holiday Inn on St Augustine Beach and we hope to watch the sun rise tomorrow morning. So whilst you lucky people will have already been up and working for a good hour or so, we will have just woken and will be sat on the east coast of Florida huddled together shivering and watching the first rays of sunlight hitting the US of A
So we got up nice and early this am, well 9ish, and headed up the I-4 to St Augustine.
We visited this pretty little town on our road trip in 2005 so decided to revisit this time and stop at the Holiday Inn on the beach tonight before heading to Kennedy Space Centre tomorrow.
A very nice place indeed and if you ever have the chance then do stop here.
So the Foggys hit the town at Downtown Disney after an afternoon of Thunderstorms and torrential rain, but since this is Florida it last for a few hours and is very very hot.
We went for a wonderful meal at Rainforrest Cafe, then off to see La Nuba at Cirque du Soleil which is still amazing after all these years (we saw it over 4 years ago originally) apart from the clowns which are rubbish.
Mrs Foggy looked sensational in a sexy little black number and kicking sparkling black sandals, Mr Fogg even made an effort to look smart. We hit the nightlife of Downtown Disney which is now non-existent, with them catering for kiddies even at 11.30 at night, so no chance to boogie for us, but who cares when you are in love.
Another fun day in the land of excessive paranoia. Here’s Mrs Fogg moments before being arrested for being HOT (well she wasn’t arrested, but she is hot, mind you it was 87 degrees so no wonder).
Up late, a dip in our personal pool, womble to pickup tickets for La Nouba at Cirque de Soleil and then a movie (wolverine), before heading back for pizza and a chill out night. Last night Mrs Foggy got a rose from her hero Knight at Medieval Times, basically it’s a joust while you watch and eat with your fingers, then if your Knight wins he throws roses to selected ladies in the crowd, can you guess who screamed loudest and barged some poor young girl out of the way?(she had the speed and prowess of a cheetah at that moment).
Tonight saw Mr Fogg attempting to cross 6 lanes of carriageway and Mrs Fogg asking if he was gonna wait till the juggernaut had passed, to which Mr Fogg asked what juggernaut as a massive 18 wheeler came steaming towards them (well it was dark and late and a car was obscuring his view). Mrs Fogg simply released her vice like grip of the dashboard and a few choice expletives that even the best wordsmiths would struggle to spell.
What next well a look at some holiday homes per chance, a game of crazy golf on a pirate ship, still got to visit Blizzard Beach, Friday is a meal out, La Nouba and a boogie, over the weekend we plan to drive to St Augustine, stop the night and come back via Kennedy Space center. Still lots to cram in.
Is it really Wednesday already? Time flies. Yesterday we tested the villa pool and I can tell you it is cracking. Heated and we bought toys for it. Today was a slow get up followed by a long lounge in the pool before heading to Downtown Disney for more food and a wander before it started raining. Boo. Still, the perfect excuse for Hagen Das.
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