The previous day had been a gloomy one in more ways than one, with the availability of transportation completely in the air. Extending outside my realm of control, the response was hysterical. Thankfully, the issue was resolved shortly after, abolishing the potential obstacles that would have otherwise hindered my upcoming plans tremendously.
Disposal bins were separated into compost, recyclables, and landfill. Whether diners bothered to sort their waste is a different story altogether though.
Styrofoam cups, a microwave, and a hidden water dispenser were other components of the space.
My own bowl, which was being sold at a 20% discount, contained finely-chopped mango bits, seaweed salad, salmon sashimi chunks (unmarinated), and a rock-solid foundation of sushi rice camouflaged under a dusting of shredded lettuce. Taste-wise, it was passable, until the bottommost layer was reached. That said, the stale grains of vinegar-tossed rice was nothing a quick zap in the microwave couldn't amend.
We stopped at the nearby McDonald's for a bathroom run before the drive. It was at our time of egress that I swatted myself for not suggesting Happy Meals. Lo and behold: the Peanuts x NASA collection has dropped.
The conservation area witnessed an overload of eager ̶h̶i̶k̶e̶r̶s̶ wanderers over the long weekend, and with the main point of access being comprised of only one-way roads, there was an inevitable bottleneck effect. We waited patiently for the queue to inch off the main road, then slowly made a right off Guelph Line.
Towards two clearly confused Canadians, he began to point fingers and lash out in a foreign language. It was inaudible at first, but I slowly recognized it as uneducated squalls of Mandarin when the sullen lady in the passenger seat chimed in. We simply stared back at him, utterly unamused at his behaviour. Eventually he pulled into the queue, and we followed suit. Still, the windows were open and his wrath could be heard being directed behind him. Again, we stifled a laugh and rolled our eyes in contempt.
I am green in terms of the sport, and an improper choice of footwear only emphasized my lack of mobility.
Along the way was a detour that continued uphill, gradually fading into twigs and leafless shrubs with each step. It terminated at a park encased with a barbed fence, at which point we turned back to find the appropriate placemarker
We could have also finished the South Loop, but missed a sharp turn and ended up continuining onto Bruce Trail until the next benchmark. We turned back to parking lot - mainly out of consideration for my crippling limbs, and partially since the sun was due to set thirty-five minutes later, ridding us of illumination for navigation.
Streaks of pink and mustard filled the sky as we made our way to Myungdong Kalguksu - the third location of the franchise to be graced by orangecane.
And, just as proclaimed, we failed to say our goodbyes to the dumpling restaurant without the pungent stench of garlic.