It's true what they say - Saskatchewan is flat. I've taken dozen of pictures and I still can't quite capture the flatness; I mean, the horizon actually fades into a haze before you see another swell in the land. My camera cannot do it justice - this really is a "you had to be there" kind of place. That being said: we did three cities (Saskatoon-Moosejaw-Regina) in one day. The first is disappointing, the second is quaint and interesting, the third is actually the closest to a real city.
Am typing this on a dial-up connection (so no time limit!) in the HI-Regina, which turns out be a historic building. This is actually the nicest (read: cleanest) place I've slept in since the luxurious Radisson in Winnipeg. Bunk-beds, yes, but the sheets smell like laundry. Am waiting on Nish to wake up (she's definitely the sleeper of the two of us) so we can go out and explore Regina as tourists (and not as bar-bugs).
The Winnipeg-Saskatoon train ride was awesome, as all our train rides have been. We met a bunch of people whom I've christened the Frat Boys and we had Observation Party Redux that night before rolling in, complete with Polish Vodka and brandy. Our first party was all in good clean (loud) fun - this was drunktastic. Anyway, have planned a reunion of sorts in Prince George, where we'll be spending a night. They're good boys - could write novels on them.
We'll also be heading back to Saskatoon today, where we shall impose upon Stu for laundry services and showers and hi-speed internet (man, I'm so behind in emails) and long-distance calls and possibly naps. It's like a pit stop in a race around the country or something. Perhaps, if there's time, I shall update again with a more introspective blog on how the provinces really do have distinct personalities and that we're not a homogeneous Canadian people, which is wonderful.
Toodles, poppets!
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