The Maze of Confusion

On our last day on Jeju Island, Holly and I shooting pictures left and right with our nifty disposable cameras, we stumbled upon an a-"maze"-ing maze on the north coast.
The maze sat silent, yet somehow it managed to taunt and challenge me without a single spoken word. The maze reached deep into my soul and figuratively latched on with a 'tentacle-like', antagonizing fervor. After 2 long seconds of reflection, I was compelled to put up an honest effort at cracking its code, so to speak...

It was a deep and powerful journey, one that required me to summon all my nerve and navigating capability, called me to question my manhood, and took me to the lowest of low places men dare not speak of....

FINALLY, (after consulting the map and my wife) I reigned victorious, ringing the victory bell with the last of my strength. The triumph that ensued was the sweetest sensation, and one that few have ever achieved. This was one of humanities' crowning moments. The event parallelled others of its like: Hillary and Norgay's first ascent of Everest in '53, and Armstrong and Aldrin's moonwalk in '69.

Needless to say, I was riding a wave of exhilaration and self satisfaction when I planted that Canadian flag deep in the heart of the beast...in the center of that ominous, green challenge that some refer to as a maze, I claimed my victory, a victory for my fellow country-men back home.

For some strange reason I was then quickly escorted off the property and to the parking lot, with the staff claiming that my emotional outburst was scaring away potential 10 year old customers.

These days, I lay awake at night thinking of that ever so brief and beautiful task I was summoned to complete. I have opened a door to a whole new world for societey to explore as an activity of leisure...

I am now waiting for someone to write about my accomplishments in Wikipedia. Yup, still waiting, but it'll happen soon, I just know it.