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And now from our roving Halifax Herald reporter...

Yesterday morning, Halifax residents became increasingly concerned by
reports of a pizza-fuelled crowd of boisterous adolescents clad in blue
sports tops emblazoned with Weaver birds racing trolley-loads of luggage
downhill towards the port. "That level of noise hasn't been heard in Halifax
since the famous explosion of the Mont Blanc in 1917", exclaimed one excited
resident. This statement was confirmed by the Canadian Bureau of Seismology,
which confirmed that the tremors from their blood-curdling war cry of "Na na
na na, na na na na, Rona, Rona II", (sung to the tune of "Give It Up" by KC
and the Sunshine Band) could be felt in Vancouver.
Terrified observers have claimed that their war paint takes the form of
scary lobster tattoos, with the forearms of one crew member (one Matthew
Clark, apparently) covered in no fewer than 20 of the symbols..
In summary: leg five's crew has arrived, the weather is glorious, Bruce the
inflatable safety shark has taken his rightful place on the pulpit, and the
race is about to begin! Oh, and maple bacon is *amazing!*

Did you know?
Angus' kit weighs three times more than Theo's. He's had to split it between
four different lockers just to fit it all in.

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