Indulge in the best bread in town at Tall Grass Prairie. Head on down to The Forks. Meet your buds. Eat until you are sick.
Learn about the Canadian Museum of Human Rights. This ain’t no ordinary museum — the entire building has been built and created with so much love and care that you’ll need a guide just to learn about the architecture, let alone the exhibits.
And then wash it down with the creamiest earl grey tea on the planet. You’ll be forgiven if the lure of sandwiches the size of breeze-blocks tempt you back for lunch, too.
And then stand under his massive paws in the underwater walkway. No bear hugs allowed.
They’ve made the playoffs. Drink beer, get rowdy, drink more beer. GO JETS GO!
Bar crawl the entire Exchange district. Drink. Puke. Drink more. Find your new best friend in a Jets jersey and rant about the upcoming season for the rest of the night.
So you’ve stuffed your face with bread and bar-crawled the city. Now it’s time to sweat out those toxins with a eucalyptus steam. Let the haze wash over your body and fill your brain with nothing. Follow this with a bracing dip in a plunge pool before collapsing in a hammock big enough for three with the fall leaves drifting onto your robe. Finish off the night with a glass (okay, bottle) of 2012 Blue Mountain Pinot Noir. Just to be sure you’ve not got rid of all those toxins.
The real James Bond is from Winnipeg. As in, the man who Ian Fleming based his books on. The gadgets, the spies, the girls. It’s all real. If you’re enthusiastic enough, join the Intrepid Society, or just corner one of its members to fill you in on it all. Don from Heartland Travel knows it all. Find him. 
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