For John, I return with this: in Disneyland you must be clean shaven. According to a girl behind a counter, there is shaving cream and razors in the staff facilities, in case you forget. Certainly, I did not see anyone with a beard, though C and I are currently trying to see who can grow facial hair the quickest, on account of the dodge water flow in our hostel that makes shaving a bitch. We figure we should have done this when we first arrived in the States.
Tomorrow, I begin the twenty-five hour flight back home. When I return, Nowhere Near Savannah will begin, and I'll make some proper posts, and catch up on general things.