I woke up and immediately realized that I was indeed still in Kansas.  I packed up my things and left them at the front desk fully expecting to never see them again as I headed out to explore this strange city that was named after New Jersey.

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My first stop  on my tour of Garden City was to have a nice lunch after my long stint eating only donuts on the train.  After lunch I moseyed on over to the zoo to see if I was due back yet.  Luckily I wasn’t, so I took the grand tour where I couldn’t help noticing the giraffe who was willing to stick his neck out for me and the lions who were eying me for lunch after their stint eating only donuts.

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After some zoo shenanigans, I called the trusty garden city cab driver to come get me and bring me out to the Kansas country to play some corn field golf.  The course was beautiful but I quickly lost all my balls and had to resort to taking short shots so I wouldn’t lose my last one.  As the sun set, so did my adventures in Garden City as I once again called my trusty cab driver to pick me up and bring me to my trusty train which was running an UN-trusty amount of hours on the late side.

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