Canada, hitting the prairie.

yesterday was probably the best driving day I will ever have. This all would be easier to explain if Canadians had bothered to give places names one could write or pronounce. Apparently Canadians and Polish has this in common. They really just run around adding letters in a name until they hit the limitations of human hand movements. Then they think really hard how to make it unpronounceable and there you go, the next pit stop is that place!


The age old method of copy paste will have to do. The place known as 1 was called Canmore. Yup, easy enough. I was expecting to get a name of a town from Myz nobody or their sister could feed into the satnav, and I was thoroughly disappointed.


Weirdly, the man who whips us with this keypad regularly had only one head, and as far as I counted, only two hands were present. Usually I'd use more words to describe a person, but in his case the lively conversation stole the show. Anyone who needs a hair tie should go meet Lucy though, I am now a proud owner of a pink tie that saved the night! I would go far enough as to claim that Iit is the most useful present I've ever gotten.

In real life, we two could never be friends. The man has no sense of style.  Here is a clear proof of it.

He actually said this is not a good shot, because portable toilets and M's should not mix. I on the other hand also spotted the trash can in the back, and thought it would nicely bring out our unique paints. Anna wins.

This is how he wanted to show you the cars, I'd say the mountains hold no candle to a toilet. 

Yup, I didn't even get the cars in frame. Mountains took all the space.

 Also, The pic taken by me from this angle is missing  a whole car, so even if in quantity of M's he wins, he truly did not understand the tedious details of photography. As said, we could never be friends in real life, mountain views and potties don't mix.

It was a true pleasure to get to meet the man who has brought so many laughs into long and boring days. As for his tasteless car goes, that is probably the most beautiful M3 out there.
 
The second place is unpronounceable. I am still, even after finding the city sure our dear Myz was just adding letters in a row until he ran out. It has been seen before, the man messes with idiots better than most people tie their shoe laces.


From 1, I headed towards 2. Saskatoon really can't be a name. The state I'm currently in I won't even try to write.

That's the thing with Canada. They lure you in by naming something Alberta, and then when you're too far gone to back down: Boom! A border and the longest name ever given.

Oh well, this all is quite acceptable, after having the miles I did last night. After making sure a word idiot is used if he ever tries to describe me to anyone, and after he had gotten the name of the place number two into the satnav, it was indeed time to hit the road.


"We make sure your cards and accounts stay safe 24/7. We take our responsibility seriously and provide protection to...."

Yup, cards. Love them all. You know you've lost a piece of your sanity, in my case probably the last one I had, when seeing this text is a photo opportunity you take:

After a brief 45 minute phone call to the bank, AGAIN, and after filling him up, it was a long drive towards the city number two. I need to upload all the pictures, but here is a preview. I truly don't get why on earth you guys worship mountains with boring wide roads, when you have all this so damn close by. It was indeed the drive of my life.

 after that shot, I had the wonderful opportunity to examine my entry speeds and exit speeds, and to have a stern talk with myself about what not to do again.

Dust in the back. I have missed that so damn much one paintjob was not to be considered. Weird, but it handles that terrain pretty well.

A Kia in AY. Epic.

I mean how would mountains win?

I had time, there was a finnish flag in the back.

The beauty seen in the next few hundred km's was something else. Long straights and bendy twisty gravel parts. For the first time ever Peter was driven on a terrain I'm more familiar with, and I'm happy to report I only almost crashed him once. I'd be waiting on a tow truck there now had I tabbed the brakes. I hate to say this but I would've deserved that fate.



For the first time ever, I beat candy on the way here. I swear to coffee she takes away 30% of all arrival estimations for me to see if I can make it. I beat him by over an hour, and that has never, ever happened before.



now, off to a lunch with the member of our tiny community who is actually responsible for me sticking around in the forums originally.



updating later about the minor issues faced last night, damn Canada has the same law enforcement method used back home.


Anna