One of my favourite past time on a weekend is to play with the globe in the living room and locate all the places I would like to visit. While I cannot remember when and why I started this habit (perhaps from watching too often with my parents their favorite movie, the Great Dictator), the act itself seems to always:
(a) satisfy my primal territorial instinct;
(b) evoke an illusion of being a world traveler;
(c) make me go to the mom-and-pop store and buy a lottery ticket.
All of these actually seem very unrealistic, other than the real hard-earned dollar I spent in exchange for a dream that last maybe half a day (longer if I buy the lottery on Wednesday and the draw is on Saturday).
So imagine how surprised I was when I surfed the web this morning and actually found a place that I had visited and lived there for almost three years !!
Here are some pictures of old Flin Flon (way before my time).
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