Danny
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Europa Park - Through the eyes of Danny
Chapter One - Ankunft
Standing at the foot of the 215ft tall Big One lift hill at Blackpool Pleasure Beach may be an odd place to begin this trip report, but in reality it’s where this trip really began. It was at this point where discussing our forthcoming stay at Hotel Bell Rock [with Astro and Sam] in what was just under 2 months away, took place. The magic in looking forwards to my first ever trip to Europa Park was very much a reality.
Ever since attending my first meet back in August 2012, Europa had received a continuous string of praise from every person who had visited previously, and those who were looking forward to returning at some point whilst I would be stuck in my bedroom, jealously observing my newsfeed as it became swamped in picturesque images of this magical world in Germany. Deep down, I had an intense feeling I would be satisfied with my trip to Europa, but I was unsure as to what extent. Had it really been overhyped by everyone who had previously visited? Bold claims had been made stating it was the greatest theme park on the planet. There were the talks of the unrivalled operations and the stunning and immaculate resort side of things.
I spent the week in the run up to Europa struggling to contain my excitement alongside Kim. The peak of excitement of course came when the following email arrived in my inbox on a bright Tuesday morning:

Even before your trip, Roland likes to tease you via electronic communications
The remaining content in the email only further provided appetite whetting material for the first ever visit to Roland's realm. In the planning stages, we'd practically planned at one point or another to stay in every offering on the resort. The original plan had been to stay in Castillo Alcazar, followed by the cheaper option in the Camp Village, before coming to a difficult decision of Bell Rock or the stunning Hotel Colosseo. With Colosseo boasting what appeared to be a captivating fountain show, making for a superb room view, it really was a difficult decision. Ultimately however, we decided to stay in the newer offering of Hotel Bell Rock.
With all the packing complete, the staggeringly painful wait for Russ to arrive before the journey to the airport commenced. Despite trying to convince us otherwise, it appeared that Russ had decided he wanted to spend his holiday time at PetsAtHome in Stockport rather than Europa Park.
After rendezvousing with Ashlee, Amy and Steve, our full group were assembled in the waiting lounge of T1, Manchester Airport. The wait for our gate to be called was painstakingly slow but made somewhat easier by a Europa map on hand courtesy of Elly.

Boarding selfie - image courtesy of Russ
Au Revoir/ Auf Wiedersehen tropical conditions of Manchester and into the torrential rain at hand upon arrival at Basel. The flight was incredibly quick, with hardly any time to actually settle in and perform the usual flight ritual [anti sosche and listening to music]. Easyjet toilet selfie successfully acquired.
Upon arrival at Basel, the excitement was somewhat over shadowed by trying to actually keep the group together [something which over the course of this trip, we appeared to be utterly appalling at].

Al cautiously explores the advert for Europa to ensure this really was happening
The shuttle journey from France into Germany was incredibly tedious, with a distinct lack of Europa signs along the route to uphold the quiet view in the shuttle. The occasional sign for Rust passed, allowing the excitement to gradually build. Eventually, Hotel Bell Rock greeted us on the horizon like a reverse sun set. Words cannot describe the atmosphere in the shuttle as we finally arrived at Europa Park.

The beautiful Hotel Bell Rock, our residence for four nights
From the colossal lighthouse to the New England lobby exterior, everything was immensely detailed. Almost immediately were the jokes regarding the Alton Towers Hotel made as we proceeded into the lobby. Upon setting foot inside, we were able to hold a sense of what the staff and operations were to be when we were greeted by the receptionist. Even selecting the staff to operate the hotels is a process that must have been thoroughly thought about alongside every other minuscule detail dotted around Bell Rock that made the transportation to the 1700s in America feel utterly real.

The main staircases that would carry our feet up and down them many times

This telephone would go on to observe some odd happenings over the next few days - Image courtesy of Russ
Having requested "a room with a view" under the advice of others from a topic on here, we certainly had this expectation matched:

A view overlooking El Andaluz, Castillo Alcazar, and a beautifully illuminated Blue Fire.
In the weeks running up to the trip, I fully expected that we'd unpack and head straight to bed that night. In a total twist of events however, we shortly found ourselves in the Spirit of St Louis bar on our very own doorstep.

Sam greets us by raising his [rather hot] glass.
As the night wore in, I perhaps drunk more beer than I expected. This however did not deter from the opportunity to join Sam as he gave us a miniature tour of the resort on our way to what he had promised, would be a spectacular view from Bar Buena Vista atop Alcazar.

Passing through the beautiful fountain area of Hotel Colosseo
Before heading to Alcazar, our group proceeded to Santa Isabel with Cheese and Rowe, which meant walking through a certain jaw dropping passageway:

Thus far, every direction you could possibly glance in had been extensively themed and appropriately detailed. The lobby of Santa Isabel itself was astonishing, truly providing what I can only imagine as a realistic atmosphere of a Portuguese monastery.
Proceeding into Alcazar, I was further stunned to discover even the detailed lifts [a theme that of course, carries across each hotel]. The long journey to the very top of the hotel was utterly rewarding as we arrived into a beautiful and atmospheric boudoir, overlooking El Andaluz, Colosseo and Bell Rock. Words and images simply cannot describe the view or do it justice:

Hotel Bell Rock looking magnificent from Bar Buena Vista
The bar itself was heavily detailed and themed to the likes I have never experienced. Furthermore, proceeding downstairs to meet with the rest of the group permitted us the chance of getting our first, proper glance of the theme park from a balcony outside.

Atlantica Super Splash, Wodan and Blue Fire.
As the early hours of the morning came around, the double bed over in Bell Rock began calling my name, thus leading me back across the resort and back to where the night had begun. The journey however was split up by my first ever ride at Europa Park...

The self operated carousel within the grounds of Colosseo, providing me with the opportunity to finally E-Stop a ride. Fantastic.

Despite the small amount of time spent and in total, the very little exploring that occurred, I was already hooked. Across the hotel resort, everything was intricately themed and cared for. The presentation of every minuscule detail and the atmosphere itself make the resort side of Alton Towers look like M&Ds for comparison. Every angle that an object or structure is viewed from is utterly breathtaking. A stand out comment from Joelio: "I really wish I could be inside your head right now to see your thinking" made me realise this impact is identical to each and every person who steps foot on the resort. Every person who had visited prior to my visit to Europa Park had exactly the same feelings and experience of being immersed in this wonderful and foreign land. The best feeling about all of this however? I hadn't even experienced the theme park yet.
