The Cemetery, Sushi and Smoke – Halloween: The Conclusion

Following her adventure the previous night, Anti-Rocks set out on another adventure. She had not gone on her bike in a while and decided to take in the premium fall air and scenery on wheels. She made her way to the institution known for its steep hills, colorful interiors and mastery of technology. She determined at that this point that she requires more practice, for it took her a while to climb the hills. As a short cut to the famous mountain of the Village of Montreal, she rode through the Cemetery. It was a generally nice ride and she was undisturbed by visitors and the dead. She, in return, did not disturb them. After her nice ride, she arrived at the Pirate’s and Western Redhead’s dwelling for Sushi making. They were successful in their task and were incredibly full. Anti-Rocks thought that the Halloween spirit had finally left and did not expect any more strangeness to come.

She continued her week as planned, visiting the previously mentioned institution and also to the Heart Institute for a field trip. In the middle of the week, Anti-Rocks once again met with the Free-Spirited Zoologist for tea at a new place suggested by another one of her friends. Paw and the Zoologist’s friend were unable to attend due to other engagements. They made their way to the place known as “Potion du Shaman”, or so they thought. Anti-Rocks had written down the address “1699 St-Denis”, but in that spot was Café Houkha – a place which that had tried before. If Anti-Rocks did not know better, she would’ve assumed that Mercury was retrograde. The Zoologist called her friend to confirm and indeed that was the spot and her friend theorized that the place she was talking about was perhaps only the bottom part. In any case, as they had tried the place before, they decided to set off to try another. The Free-Spirited Zoologist was curious about a Café run by Gypsies (Café Gitana) and naturally it was not well lit. They sat down and observed the menu for about 5 minutes and concluded that they were hungry, but all that the place served was dessert. So they left, initially going to a Tibetan place, but they got distracted by the Korean Food place beside it called 5000 ans. Anti-Rocks was excited – she would be able to compare all the Korean Restaurants she had tried. Upon reading the menu, she was surprised to find many dishes she did not know, ones she had not heard of. In addition, they were served a drink that tasted like coffee, but looked like tea and it was cold – Wheat Tea. They asked the waitress where it could be acquired, but she did not know.

Unlike other Korean places, they did not serve you the traditional appetizers of Kimchi, sprouts and potatoes. We got Miso soup and then our dishes, which were nothing short of delicious. In addition their décor was cute (there were goji berries in a bowl, which I’m certain customers where not allowed to eat for they are quite expensive). They left this spot and returned to the gypsies. They were pleased to find their old spot vacant and stole it. They ordered Mint tea (the way Anti-Rocks likes it – in the glass cups with little spoons and the metal tea pot. It had a very strong minty flavor and little cubes of brown sugar on the side). In addition, the Zoologist ordered a double apple flavored dose of Shisha and let Anti-Rocks try. She had never done so before, and so agreed. They sat there for a while and by the end of the night became somewhat drowsy. More specifically, the Free-Spirited Zoologist said “I’m floating on clouds” and Anti-Rocks was generally incoherent, sometimes mixing her words or just being slow. Apparently that’s what happens when you don’t smoke and the whole room is smoking too. After our tea, we decided we needed air and set out on another adventure. We decided to investigate if the misty fountain was still functioning. The walk went well – they made a short stop for the Zoologist to buy ice cream and Anti-Rocks a bottle of water. Following that, the two had damn tea alerts and decided to go into the Congress Palace which is clearly distinguishable by its colorful exterior. Upon entering the building, Anti-Rox was overcome with glee to find herself in the presence of the Magical Pink Forest, as foretold in the Great Scavenger Hunt in February passed. She had only heard of it, but not witnessed herself. The travelers were curious and so the Zoologist ran through the pink trees and hugged one. At one point though, they decided to continue their hunt for damn tea facilities. They found one – and as in the past, it was locked. Anti-Rocks was sad and they decided to come up with another plan. At that moment, they heard a loud scream, as if someone was being tortured. The Free-Spirited Zoologist set off running, but rammed into a nearby water fountain. It is possible she will be bruised – only time will tell. Anti-Rocks determined that they were cursed, for this is the second time this has happened (locked bathrooms and scary noises). Would there be a third time? Perhaps. But until then, it seems the spirits of Halloween have finally left.