Toronto Day 0 and Day 1
Nov. 30th, 2007 09:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eveglassThe trip to Toronto has begun nicely, I must say.
Wednesday we hit the open road around 11:30 and arrived about six and a half hours later. The drive took somewhat longer than usual due to a bunch of bathroom breaks, but we weren't in any hurry. Driving was fine until the last 50 km or so, when we hit Toronto just in time for evening rush hour... in the darkness of a Canadian early nightfall. Ah well. We arrived safe and sound, just in time for a wonderful dinner brisket cooked by my aunt. Very, very tasty.
Thursday involved a lazy morning followed by a walk through some pseudo-forest. Toronto actually has a huge ravine system stretching through most of the city down through downtown to Lake Ontario. One of these ravines passes right beside my aunt's house. Though I successfully managed to get us completely lost at least once, Marc's amazing orientation skills allowed us to reach our destination, a cemetary, through which we walked to the subway, and thence to downtown.
We met up with some of my university friends as well as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
absurd at the Duke of York pub. We (or at least, I... can't speak for anyone else) had a great time catching up, chatting, and eating some very tasty food. I swear, I couldn't resist the brownie. I tried, but 'twas not to be.
When my university friends left, Mike, Marc, and I started talking about gaming. Well, one thing led to another, and we found ourselves in a rousing game of Baron Munchausen. People in Montreal, we MUST play this game. Seriously. The tales told (or hinted at) included:
- How, due to fortuitous circumstances involving the children of two neighbouring emerates, Baron Mike was named Emir of Tyre.
- How the King of Morrocco gifted Sir Marc with an ill-fitting fez, which saved the life of an oversized monkey. And how he rescued the monkey's barrel-organ from a kraken.
- How Dame Julie, in her travels to Russia, helped the great Russian chess master Elastikov solve the problem of Freidrich's Triangle-Circle. And how she negotiated with the Tzar for his arithmancers to come to England in exchange only for some blankets and barrels of rum.
- How Baron Mike survived falling overboard thanks to a 1/12th gold replica of the Venus de Milo, and how this statue allowed him to be rescued by mermen and to obtain some of their treasures. And how he acquired the 1/12th gold replica of the Venus de Milo from under the nose of an ill-dealing French art collector.
- How Dame Julie saved the world bartending competition from marauding pirates using only a cocktail toothpick and two olives.
Wednesday we hit the open road around 11:30 and arrived about six and a half hours later. The drive took somewhat longer than usual due to a bunch of bathroom breaks, but we weren't in any hurry. Driving was fine until the last 50 km or so, when we hit Toronto just in time for evening rush hour... in the darkness of a Canadian early nightfall. Ah well. We arrived safe and sound, just in time for a wonderful dinner brisket cooked by my aunt. Very, very tasty.
Thursday involved a lazy morning followed by a walk through some pseudo-forest. Toronto actually has a huge ravine system stretching through most of the city down through downtown to Lake Ontario. One of these ravines passes right beside my aunt's house. Though I successfully managed to get us completely lost at least once, Marc's amazing orientation skills allowed us to reach our destination, a cemetary, through which we walked to the subway, and thence to downtown.
We met up with some of my university friends as well as
absurd at the Duke of York pub. We (or at least, I... can't speak for anyone else) had a great time catching up, chatting, and eating some very tasty food. I swear, I couldn't resist the brownie. I tried, but 'twas not to be.When my university friends left, Mike, Marc, and I started talking about gaming. Well, one thing led to another, and we found ourselves in a rousing game of Baron Munchausen. People in Montreal, we MUST play this game. Seriously. The tales told (or hinted at) included:
- How, due to fortuitous circumstances involving the children of two neighbouring emerates, Baron Mike was named Emir of Tyre.
- How the King of Morrocco gifted Sir Marc with an ill-fitting fez, which saved the life of an oversized monkey. And how he rescued the monkey's barrel-organ from a kraken.
- How Dame Julie, in her travels to Russia, helped the great Russian chess master Elastikov solve the problem of Freidrich's Triangle-Circle. And how she negotiated with the Tzar for his arithmancers to come to England in exchange only for some blankets and barrels of rum.
- How Baron Mike survived falling overboard thanks to a 1/12th gold replica of the Venus de Milo, and how this statue allowed him to be rescued by mermen and to obtain some of their treasures. And how he acquired the 1/12th gold replica of the Venus de Milo from under the nose of an ill-dealing French art collector.
- How Dame Julie saved the world bartending competition from marauding pirates using only a cocktail toothpick and two olives.
