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This past weekend, Varun and I went up North to “Cottage Country” with some friends for some summertime fun. Apparently, this is how Ontarians spend their short summers: sipping Molson’s on the docks of lovely cottages by “pristine” lakes.
We canoed. Being the smallest, I didn’t help portage (or paddle for that matter), I “helped” by directing (ie taking pictures and giving unsolicited advice).
This was also Varun’s first time swimming in a lake.
(Debating about the cleanliness and safety of lakes)
Me: It’s true, I think lake’s are a bit dirty. It is basically standing water.
Canadian Friend: No, our lakes are pristine. Acid rain isn’t allowed north of the border.
Varun: But what about sharks? Are there sharks or piranhas in the lake?
Canadian Friend: No, we don’t allow those north of the border either.
After much coaxing and convincing that he wouldn’t die of hypothermia, Varun took the plunge.
We also got to sample local ice cream. Apparently, ordering the same exact flavor of Ice Cream is not lame but a “united front”. Go team.