Toronto

We first intended to spent a few days in Ireland, but since not all of us could make it Dirk and I decided to have a swell time somewhere else. And so we got to Toronto. We flew with Air France via Paris, and there was a priest sitting next to me. So I felt rather save, but I got a bit concerned when he mentioned he came from Syria. He didn't know Father Ted at all, and he refused the single malt (Isle of Jura) I offered him. But I didn't find any wires attached to his coat and so it turned to be a smooth flight. But it was raining cats and dogs when we arrived, some streets where closed, and so it took us more than 3 hours to get to the hotel. But that didn't bother us, 'cause the Hard Rock Café was close by and a bacon cheese burger and some pitchers where already waiting for us. And yes, we had a swell time....

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