Holidaymakers can save up to 28% on tickets to Discovery Cove Orlando in 2026
THIS summer has only just begun, but holidaymakers planning next year's travels are in luck.
For those dreaming of white, sandy beaches, crystal-clear lagoons swimming with dolphins - now is the perfect time to book your Discovery Cove Orlando adventure.
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Save an extra 12% off selected
tickets with code MAGIC
If Orlando is on your list of must-visit places, head to AttractionTickets.com.
There's a huge 28% off selected tickets and 2026 packages, a free premium drinks package for guests aged 21+, as well as an extra 12% off when you use the code MAGIC at the checkout.
These amazing deals won't be around for long: you'll have to book your tickets by 31 July 2025.
Those seeking their next adventure should have Discovery Cove on their radar.
Discovery Cove is a hidden tropical paradise in Florida, where you can enjoy activities from snorkelling to relaxing on pristine beaches, hand-feeding exotic birds, and even swimming with dolphins.
It's a reservation-only park with limited daily capacity, meaning no overcrowding and a peaceful, all-inclusive escape from tourist crowds.
Ideal for your next family holiday, these savings slash some of your purchase and include all of the essentials for a hassle-free trip.
While you're there, all your food, snacks and drinks are included throughout the day, as well as snorkel gear, wetsuits and more.
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This limited-time deal includes a free premium drinks package for guests over 21, which gives you unlimited craft beers, premium wines, cocktails, and spirits throughout your visit.
Better still, the premium drinks package is now available for 2025 package bookings too.
For those booking the Discovery Cove ultimate package, you'll not only enjoy a day at Discovery Cove, but you'll also get 14 consecutive days of unlimited access to SeaWorld Orlando, Busch Gardens Tampa Bay and Aquatica Orlando.
There are three main packages to buy:
Remember to use the code MAGIC at the checkout for an extra 12% off selected tickets.
Just keep in mind: these deals for 2026 packages are only available until July 31, 2025.
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