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Inside, there was a diver demonstrating an airlock, and a fish swimming past the Exit sign.
Shaene and Craig tried hard to get good aquarium pictures.
I got a couple I liked.
Here's another amazing picture taken at a Kodak Picture Spot. With such professional guidance, you can't go wrong!
By this time we were all kind of overheated. They have this sort of fake-arctic-station (like the one in John Carpenter's The Thing, although I don't think that's the effect they were aiming for), where you go down this refrigerated hallway (which has real artificial snow in it) and end up in this sort of United Nations of Soft Drinks, where they dispense sodas from around the world.
We tried some of them out. What Janet and Jack learned from this is, some people in some countries (Italy) drink some exceedingly vile shit (some beer-flavored soda whose name I forget). I was more careful and decided to play it safe by picking only sodas sold in countries where people could be counted on to have the most bland, middle-of-the-road tastes. I was successful -- there's some watermelon-flavored soda sold in China that wasn't too bad.
Then we realized that, if you really want to try out a zillion slightly-different flavors of fruity soda, you should just go to the soda aisle at the supermarket and try out the zillion different brands of generic and cheapo soda sold there. I mean, I wouldn't have been surprised to find out that this Chinese Watermelon Soda is indistinguishable from the store-brand fruit soda sold in some particular supermarket chain, and who cares anyway?
At one point, Shaene and I noticed that few of our photos had ourselves in them, and decided to trade (my digital camera for her camera-phone) and get pictures of ourselves that way. These photos prove that Shaene likes to compose portraits with annoying background lines going through my head.
The Mexico pavilion was being re-skinned or whatever. On the inside it's like the Tampa Theater, being a recreation of a little village square at nighttime. It's actually my favorite of all the international pavilions, except that its boat ride comes off second to Norway.
Little dancing dolls and street vendors, versus VIKING TROLLS and GOING DOWN A SLOPE BACKWARDS, plus a GIANT OIL RIG? Definitely Norway. The Norwegian pavilion also has this film about Norway which makes their entire nation look like one big Kodak Moment from end to end.
Sandy found a new friend.
So did Kosmo. Kosmo also found that that there was a Norwegian company with his name on it (sort of). See the sign at center left, at the top of the porch. He was very excited. At bottom left is the guy who was operating the ride, who got included in our photograph, and he apparently enjoyed it.
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