Calgary is an odd place to fly into because, from the air, the city stands out from the surrounding plains like some ultra-modern Oz, dwarfing all around it into two-dimensional nothingness. That is, until you look Westward towards the Rockies, where the peaks dwarf the city and its tallest buildings in turn. It's a good sight, especially in the sunshine. CW and I arrived mid-afternoon, though our UK-bound bodies argued strongly that it was much later. The airport was all clean Canadian efficiency, though it did seem like we had to route-march across half of Alberta to reach baggage reclaim. Anyway, with our bags in tow (despite still using rucksacks, we opt for trolleys now, like real people!) we headed to immigration and were greeted by the official with our first example of that inevitable (and
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