The best part about Canada was flying over some amazing mountains. But ounce I landed, everything went wrong. Apparently it is mandatory to go through customs, even if you are just making a connections. So after waiting in line and re-checking my bags, I was sprinting to my gate. Thanks to some kind souls that let me cut them in line at security, I made it to my gate just in-time to board. The security asked if I was running a marathon because I was poring sweat sprinting desperately. It was a close one.
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