Just Before the Gates of Valhalla, Part Two

And now we return with Part Two of chronicling Canada’s Wonderland! As you’ll all recall from last time, we had just made a lunch stop at a restaurant with a conflict of interest for a name. Let’s read on, shall we?

Freshly full of food and fun-lust, we finally make our way to the classic Top Gun! Except that our precious Top Gun is nowhere to be found: once again our favourite bureaucrats had relabeled our childhood friend as Flight Deck and expected us to just let it slide. Well, we showed them who was boss, I can tell you: we let it slide so hard it’ll make their heads spin!

 

Just Before the Gates of Valhalla, Part One

It has recently struck me the reason I feel drawn to blag, and it’s not only the fact that I enjoy listening to myself babble! In the idiom, “there are those to take pictures and those who make pictures,” I am firmly seeded in the latter end; I’ve gone months on end without ever holding a camera. But you know what? If a picture is worth a thousand words, then I think I would rather write those thousand words: it gives me a chance to add a personal flair which no unedited picture can match.

So, to back up my musings, I bring to you without further ado my account of a thoroughly legendary trip to Canada’s Wonderland!