Calgary.

Oh fucking hell I hate banks. I had a lovely time getting petrol and getting the damn car through a car wash.


after writing the last entry, I've been on the phone. Every damn time any of my American cards that have just been reactivated, they all get cancelled again. So Calgary will go down in my books of history as the city that provided me the place to be on the phone. A lot.


sure, everything Finnish works just perfectly, but some idiot has forgotten their pin, so they won't help if no cashier is present, and if nobody has told you all: Canada is a fucking huge country, and when traveling through the remote areas, you don't have the option of many stations at any given location.


"I'm sorry Ms, we are trying to sort this out. Yes we are aware you've made a traveling plan and yes, it says here you are doing it by a car. Yes, yes, Canada."


...


"I'm sorry Ms, we are trying to sort this out. Yes we are aware you've made a traveling plan and yes, it says here you are doing it by a car. Yes, yes, Canada. I assure you, this won't happen again."
...


"I'm sorry Ms, we are trying to sort this out. Yes we are aware you've made a traveling plan and yes, it says here you are doing it by a car. Yes, yes, Canada."


I am starting to think the bank is actually testing my durability in repeating my words word by word.


Off I went. Nothing got sorted. I don't dare to use the American credit cards, since with my luck my family back home would starve to death with no ways to access any funds. Also, since this is car related trip, I would prefer keeping all statements from the hubby. I doubt he's going to be very happy reading from my explorations from a cc bill.


anyway, this is going as well as all my travels have gone before. The hard work put into washing the damn car was just ruined by a tiny, minuscule rain.


Off to meet Myzmak, the comedian of our F8x generation.