So it looks as though we’ve come to the end of the road back in Toronto. The last day was almost bittersweet, and not just because I happened to do the multi-coloured yawn, the chunky rainbow, the stomach spit. Yes, your intrepid writer is but a human that is prone to fits of weak stomach. Aside from that one horrid pit-stop though, it was pretty smooth sailing. This was our last meal before leaving Nova Scotia.
Our last meal before a 22 hour drive back to Ontario. Delicious.
After traversing the expanse known as New Brunswick, we once again happened upon the Acorn Restaurant just before hitting Quebec. So what do three ravenous travelers consume at 6 am when a 16 hour drive looms in front of them? Observe:
Don’t forget everyone, those condiments are caloric gold, grab them as a snack later! Outside of one almost dangerous incident outside of Montreal (who allowed the French to drive anyway?), we made our way back to The Big Smoke mostly intact. It was weird realizing the tour was actually over. It seemed like just yesterday we were at Huxley’s in Renfrew, trying to get the locals to love us. It was time for a harsh farewell though, here’s how we did it:
Tomorrow you’ll find out what Nathan and I are up to this Summer and then we’re outta here, talk to ya later Chill crew.
-Aaron
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