I’m on the flight back. The last day in Calgary was spent having a lie-in and shopping for supplies for the journey home so I haven’t got a lot to say really. I certainly don’t want to come home. There was a flight to Las Vegas that was leaving Calgary shortly before mine. I wanted to get on that. I’ve just about got used to the Canadian money (loonies, quarters, dimes, nickels, etc.), the traffic coming in the wrong direction, going to the bathroom instead of the toilet (even though there’s no bath) and I’ve even got used to tipping every man and his dog for doing the job that they’re already being paid for. That was difficult though - I’m a tight fisted Yorkshireman, as you know.

It’s been a really enjoyable trip overall. I’ve especially enjoyed traveling through The Rockies - I’ve never seen a landscape like it before. It’s up there with the Scottish Highlands and the south west of Ireland in terms of beauty. If it were a little greener it would have been unbeatable.

I may have to go back to Canada one day. But go east next time. Might even go to Quebec. I’m told it’s very nice - not as bad as France, even though they speak French. Although I was told that by a girl from Montreal.

I’ll have to go back to Australia first though. That’s more important.