Originally written December 2018
No, we did not give up! 
After missing our Disneyland tour on our first day in Tokyo, this time we decided to organise the whole thing ourselves.
And I’m proud to say that we are definitely getting better at using Japan’s public transport.
We no longer had to ask people where to buy tickets.
We knew which line to take.
We knew which platform to go to.
And somehow…
we actually arrived where we intended to go.
Progress!
Once inside Disneyland, however, I nearly lost Graeme.
The place was so busy and crowded that sometimes the crowd would simply carry you forward without giving you much chance to turn around.
Graeme told me later that he had been keeping an eye on my pink headwear so he could follow me through the crowd.
Then suddenly…
the pink disappeared.
When I realised he was gone, I started to panic.
His wallet was in my bag.
His phone was in my bag.
And he didn’t even know the name or address of where we were staying.
Basically, I had accidentally abandoned a man in Disneyland with no money, no phone and no idea where home was.
Fortunately, Graeme remembered one important thing:
I had told him that I wanted to see Snow White.
So he went to the entrance and waited for me there.
And sure enough, eventually we found each other again.
Then came another one of our bobo moments. 
I wanted to explore Cinderella’s Castle.
When we saw a long queue outside, naturally we joined it.
There were staff keeping everyone organised, and I noticed one man taking photographs.
I said to Graeme that perhaps we should ask him to take our photo too, since we always have trouble taking selfies together.
Eventually we discovered what the queue was actually for.
People waiting to have their photograph taken in front of the castle.
So once again, without entirely understanding what we were doing, we somehow ended up exactly where we wanted to be.
It was an amazing day.
After all the train confusion, missed tours and getting lost during our first few days in Japan, we finally made it to Disneyland — completely on our own.
And for a little while, we got to forget about being sensible adults.
It really is good to be a child again.
Or perhaps this is what they mean by second childhood.
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