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FlyOver Canada simulated flight ride is literally in the same complex as the Pan Pacific. It is a great experience that has never disappointed anyone I have taken there, kids or adults. Chinatown is also a visual and sensual treat. Maybe 20 minute walk from the hotel. And no issue smoking a cigar on the way.

Gluttony is such an inadequate word to describe the E2 I savoured today. The turkey was good, too!

Bonnie. Bonnie. Bonnie Raitt.

The other issue with carry on rum (in some airports, at least) is it will slow you down going through security, which can be a consideration depending on how tight your connecting flight is. Security may open the bag to inspect the receipt and weigh the rum to assess its specific gravity and authenticity, before taping it all up slowwwly and professionally. One more hassle you avoid by packing it. And if the receipt is NOT sealed inside the bag, it gets even better!

Bob knocks on the door of Jim's house and Jim's Wife Pam opens the door dressed in a sexy kimono. She tells Bob that Jim in in the shower. Bob smiles and says to Pam, "I've always admired your boobs. If I gave you $300, would you give me a peak?" Pam hesitates a second, then opens her kimono, and Bob says thanks and hands her the $300. When she closes the door Jim was drying off and asked who was at the door. When Pam said it was Bob, Jim asks if he left the $300 he loaned him last week.

It's been so hot I just saw two trees fighting over a dog.

Just saying, cigars pair well with fishing. Good for getting into the mood, while enjoying the sport, and celebrating the catch (and usually, release).

Bright...shiny...bright...shiny...functional to boot...but at this price easier than normal to look away.

Eh? No responses. Everyone must be stressed out by technical glitches at the 24:24. Thankfully I grabbed some El Príncipe yesterday before the troubles started and have been enjoying the holiday Monday with some good smokes. Go Canada

Rob, you are a lover of fishing and water, and I advise you to pick up a copy of Wallace Nichols' book, Blue Mind. It has the best sub-title of all time: The surprising science that shows how being near, in, on, or under water can make you happier, healthier, more connected, and better at what you do: http://wallacejnichols.org/122/bluemind.html It is akin to the rapidly growing pursuit of "nature therapy." One of my favorite pastimes. Basically, time spent in nature or around water "frees you from the tyranny of the pre-frontal cortex," the part of our brain that houses our exhausting executive functions (like how much time I need to spend in the warehouse and what I need to review and post, etc.). Simply put, the sights, sounds and smells of nature allow other parts of our brains to start working, ones associated with wonder, empathy, and pleasure, lowering stress, heart rate, and improving general well-being. Similar to the benefits provided by yoga and mindful meditation.

You can pair a RE Cuban at Cigar Connoisseurs in Gastown with some excellent sushi by just walking across the street to Momos. Just be sure to order wild sockeye not farmed Atlantic salmon!

Arghhhh. My La Fuerza TOS DIC 15 are smoking so brilliantly my only complaint is that the burn is hampered by my uncontrollable drool of delight. I was wondering how I can replace them and this review brings tears to my eyes.

What a beautiful spider. Fabulous markings. We do need to do more appreciating nature and less dreaming of ways to dispatch it. Arachnids are amazing creatures. We have lycosids and geolycosids here in the Pacific NW. Their eyes glow in the dark when you shine a flashlight. Some say creepy, others just another smoking buddy that accepts you for whatever you choose to smoke.

Beautiful giant herring!

I've seen a lot of rigid adherence to this superstition, and just as much indifference. Lots of salmon fishermen I know are near dictators in the "no banana" regime, while many of the Cubans I've fished with are more, "meh," maybe because they are so confident in their abilities. And considering those tasty little Cuban bananas, it's near impossible to police smuggling. I'm not too superstitious but still hedge my bets. I like an occasional banana or two with me when I fish; when I beat the "odds" and do well, I laugh in the face of the superstitious, and when you don't do too well, blame the bananas. Fishermen and excuses are like FOH members and cigars--they are happily joined at the hip.