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Now just a quick recap of our final days, right before we were so rudely plunged back into Saskatchewan winter last night around midnight, with me still wearing only thongs (and a strategically wound towel, of course, as I found that less clothing simplifies the metal detection process). From Manuel Antonio we travelled to Santa Elena, a small town in the mountains of central Costa Rica. Our big adventure there was the SkyTrek, a combination of cloud forest hikes and tree to tree zip lines. Zip lines are basically cables strung from one area of the forested hills to another (the longest was 750 metres) where mid-range thrill seekers such as ourselves are harnessed in to hurtle across at breakneck speeds hundreds of feet above the jungle floor. An absolute blast, although, needless to say, not for those edgy about heights. It was also an incredibly windy day so on…

Our departure for Costa Rica naturally included the one constant among all our trips, my hang over. In spite of my less than ideal condition, though, all went along smoothly until our plane was cruising somewhere high above Regina. Suddenly I started feeling very nauseous and light-headed. I tried fidgeting around, but that didn’t work, and finally I tapped Laynni’s leg and uttered one of my favourite pick-up lines, “I think I’m gonna puke”. Laynni promptly dug out her little paper vomit-holder, but before I could put it to use a glowing, white, other-worldly slice of what appeared to be pineapple appeared in my head. It seemed to beckon me but I fought off its charming embrace long enough to reach the aisle and stagger toward the bathroom. The 1st Class steward, however, had little sympathy for my blue-collar problems, and quickly sent me back from whence I came. With…

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