Our day in Halifax was slow paced and chillin. No need to cram in tons of tourist attractions because ... there ain't nothing to see!
Since we got in really late, we slept in. Well, if you ask Chin, he'd probably tell you nobody slept except for Shaun. There has always been a history between Chin, Shaun, and snoring. Chin can't stand the snoring. Shaun denies it's even him to begin with. Everyone else benefits from the ebb and flow, as we watch the punkage fireworks explode.
The theme song of Halifax: "Real Talk", from R Kelly's album Double Up. If you've never heard it, you should give it a listen. Hilarious.
We had lunch by the water, and I thought maybe it'd be a good idea to order an Alexander Keith's, even though my ass always gets sick whenever I drink beer. When in Rome, ya heard? Long story short, My stomach didn't feel right until dinner. Fuck you and your India Pale Ale.
Chin went up the Wave, and Shaun tried to go up. Twice. Did he make it up? C'mon dawg, what do you think? a.i. also tried to make it up, but it was a half-assed attempt that made Chin look like an olympian and Shaun look like a special olympics medalist.
We were loafting around some statue, and took this video:
Shaun and I stopped by the casino, while those other guys continued loafting around. We met back in time for our dinner at the Five Fisherman. This is what we drove all the way to Halifax for. This is what we were waiting for. Fresh, east coast lobster, bitches! Believe me, it was worth it.
I wanted to watch my countryman Manny Pacquiao fight in a Halifax bar, but I knew I wouldn't be able to stay awake. So I went to sleep. It was sometime around 10 or 11. I'm starting to get old yo. Dang.
We went to visit the Halifax harbour before we left, and then it was off to Quebec City! Thanks for the lobster, Halifax!