Welcome To WestCOT
Careful what you wish for, Anaheim, 'cause you just might get it.
You arrive by PeopleMover. An effortlessly utopian glide from the parking garage. The kind of transit system that makes Los Angeles blush with shame. You're deposited onto a wide, palm-fringed plaza. But there’s no castle here. No Partners statue. No Main Street USA.
Instead, there’s a golden geodesic globe cradled in a floating white lattice. If Epcot’s silver ball is the moon, this is the sun. SpaceStation Earth rises radiant over Anaheim. Monumental. Miraculous. Audacious in the best way. Double the size and splendor of its East Coast predecessor, Spaceship Earth.
Tomorrow gleams overhead today. And it’s brighter than yesterday ever dared to be.
Ventureport.
A bridge into the park’s heart — an isle, the crossroads of the Seven World Wonders. Beneath the golden icon, escalators descend into lush, misted foliage. Waterfalls cascade from the base of the globe into fountains below, catching sunlight and throwing it back in fractured prisms.
The isle is surrounded by the River of Time; the longest boat ride Disney ever debuted. Forty-five minutes of animatronics and panoramas, a slow, story-soaked cruise through the waterways surrounding the Four Corners of the World.
This isn’t Epcot’s World Showcase with tidy pavilions made up of open courtyards and plazas. This is the most thematically immersive, culturally rich maze you want to get lost in. The world braided in meandering alleyways, entwined corridors, and cobblestone nooks.
You proceed counterclockwise.