This is a quick post about when the magic stops. I had a plan to take a photo across the lake from the Magic Kingdom of the fireworks so that I would get great reflections on the lake. The first part, getting to the Polynesian, requires some effort. We took the bus to the Pioneer Hall Landing at Wilderness Campground, then the boat to the Magic Kingdom landing, then the monorail to the Poly. Set up took photos, some issues but I will edit today and post first of the week. Anyway we are done, back on the monorail to MK, it has just let out and the boat is a long wait in the cold 48 Florida evening. So we choose to walk a bit to the buses and got on the bus to Wilderness Lodge and Fort Wilderness. About 1/2 mile out of the bus depot a young man had a seizure, bus stops, a passenger nurse assists, others pray or wait - everyone is concerned and patient. Police arrive, then EMT and the decision is made to change us to a new bus. We also had a lady on board in a scooter who did not know how to use it and it took 10 minutes to get her off and 10 more to get her back on the new bus. We all board. The driver passes our turn and goes a few miles in a different direction. Most don’t notice but I wonder what is going on, then he turns into a different park, Hollywood Studios. What? There is confusion and now people are telling the driver that he is at the wrong place. He says the dispatcher sent him here. We doubt it because four men in the back of the bus said this is their stop. They were not on the original bus, but got on during the change over. Anyway, he then says he will take us back. I’ll skip the traffic mess we got into. He passes the campground stop to go to the lodge, lets off most of the people, then tells us he is going to let us off at Pioneer Hall, this is a long way from where anyone wanted to go. But he says he was off when they called him and this was his way to get back a bit sooner. At Pioneer Hall we need another bus, but MK is still emptying and the buses are more full so I approach a bus driver who had room, asked if he went to 2100, “I don’t know” is not what I expected to hear but he said we can get off close. OK, when we are close, I ask to get off and am told “This is not a stop.” So we end up 1 mile away and instead of waiting for another bus, walk the mile back to the trailer. We are two hours later than expected and walked more than six miles that day. And we were not in a park!