Cops and lawyers.

There isn't any.


After leaving a city or a town, you don't see them ever. Here things work like they do back home, a common sense is required.

The night before last while driving to the city that has a name, but no foreigner can spell or say it, I had probably the fastest four hours on the road I've ever done. Great roads, and great scenery, but the thing that I loved the most was the wildlife.

You can go as fast as you want to, I did, but be aware. on a straight with a any luck one can push a car to its limits, but there is no telling what will be behind the bend or a mini hill. In the four hours nine deers tried to fill my fridge, four of them made it all the way to the road. One of them should have ended up as my bumper ornament for my own stupidity.

My driving instructor, the old bat shit crazy man he was, said to me once that while out in rural areas, there are three rules to obey.

1. pull over to wash your window if bugs are the reason for doing it.
2. You will get killed if you forget the rule number one.
3. If you don't remember the rule number one or two, do please make sure your funeral has the good coffee to be served.

Yup, did it! I had about a million hits on the windshield, and yet I was idiot enough not to pull over to do the job properly. A deer had timed his attempt to leave this existence well, and this was the second time pure dumb luck saved my ass on this trip.

I'm used to animals and to speed, I truly know better than that to do things like that and yet ... Canada doesn't need cops since the animal patrols keep the traffic in check. Also, anyone who sees a car on a rural area that's stationary is apparently required by etiquette to pull over and assist if needed. this is good practice, before last night I hadn't changed a tire for ages.

The two cops I've talked with here have given me the same philosophy we use back home. If you fuck up, you will be the one dying in the ditch and nobody hears you crying. Keeps shit safe, I'd say.


the main event of yesterday was meeting a man who drives a Honda Civic.


we had a lovely but fast breakfast and he was so impressed with the state of my bumper he told me to go wash the car and myself. From our breakfast I have very few recollections since it all happened before coffee. He has been so impressed with my excellent skills in taking care of myself, he made sure I had a belly full before leaving his beautiful home city that can not be spelled.

it's hilarious how lucky one person can be with the people they meet. Mr Honda is an excellent example of a truly great man, who has enough life experience to come up with great lines I can quote. Having a conversation with him feels like running a mile: Hard fucking work. The man has a way to look at life most of us can only dream of, and experiences that just shine through him. It takes a lot to become a man like him, and I'd haul around balls too if that could turn me into one.

Not only did he handle Candy for me for the next leg, he also explained to me how Canada has become what it is, and what to expect while heading east. He also made it was to capture his Honda the way that is apparently a theme here in Canada now.

I do not understand why every photo I take here includes a porta potty now, here is a Civic and a car.

Anyway, the three Canadians I've truly waited to meet in person have been met. All three have done their best to ruin this whole trip for me by exceeding all my expectations. If anyone has a horrible aunt or an uncle in the east that could balance things out for me, please contact me. I am getting sick of this worshiping thing!

Off we went to the City known as Teemu Selanne city. Locals insist it's Winnipeg but who uses names like that anyway.

Nothing happened on the road, if we forget the town with the worst name in the history of names.

Indian Head - The progressive town of the prairie - is their slogan. Attractions listed are Indian Head Museum (skulls anyone?) and Country Club. I do hope the town is not counting on tourists for income.

I had fun and fast miles in between meals. A year in the USA, and now getting real food again, and milk that tastes good, this my friends is a heaven. This was seen:

It is apparently the theme now. That and banks.

A beautiful sunset came and went while I tried to get petrol into the damn car.

I do love how the bugs get to the side windows too.

I do have one complaint. The bugs here are racists!

Here is locals car:

Those are not hits, those are decoration. Look at it, they make a Dodge look like a car! butterflies were all over the damn thing and then I went to see my car, I really wanted it to be looking as good, and this is my reality.

Not one butterfly! Racism I tell you!

Oh, actually, that picture of Peter could be a portrait of Myzmak too. I have to check later, the similarities are there.

Anna