Anything for the quiet life

This entery is just some photos that I took that didn't make it into any other of my Canadian blogs. And with this I end my blogs from Canada. ... read more

Two months since my last blog, and I am still a little short on subject matter. Things have been fairly consistent for the last 2 months - consistently cold, consistently working, and consistently unsure as to where I'm going next. So points to mention, although some seem so long ago, are: Jorge and Mandy visited Banff on their Honeymoon. Sarah and I took them on a little tour around Banff, up to Lake Louise via the back road, up the Gondola to see the view and have coffee in the highest restaurant in Canada, and polished the day off soaking in the hot springs. Jorge didn't get to see any Moose, even though we passed Moose meadows; I don't think Mandy had told him that moose like swampy land, not rocky mountains. ------------------ The Canmore Eagles ... read more

Espanol malo abajo...................... Banff is what it is. You can't knock it because it started that way and has never been anything different. And, as it knows it, it doesn't suffer that pretentiousness that prevades the air up in Jasper. Banff is a tourist town. It all started way back in 1883 when three prospectors stumbled on to a warm stream that led into a hole. One of them, William McCardell climbed down a ladder made from a tree trunk while that others waited up on top. Down in the hole he found at cave with a warm spring welling up, so he took off his clothes and took a dip. And so started Banff - a smelly prospector taking off his clothes in a hole. It didn't take McCardell long to figure that other people ... read more

Now I diffently couldn´t leave Bolivia with running around in the Land of Butch Cassidy and good old Sundance. So I arrived in Tupiza with the plan to follow there last few fateful days. Tupiza is the site of the bank they intended to rob. Now it is just a sleepy little town with tourists going to the salar, or here for what I am.... read more

Can´t afford to fly, so I took a bus for 17 hours up to Rurrenabaue. I bused up with Flota Vaca Diez. The seat I booked, no 28, window, was broken. It would not lock into place in any posistion, and would recline at every bump. Normally a broken seat is a bad thing, except on this trip it acted like a secondary shock absorber, and was just the ticket when bussing the worlds most dangerous road, which leads through to the world´s most bumpy road. As a note, the worlds most dangerous road isn´t all that dangerous really. Sure, it´s mostly single lane, cut into a cliff, dirt road, but any drunck wouldn´t make it up the first K before driving off the side, so you can be sure most drivers are sober (if not ... read more