Banff

It's strange travelling without the bike. The roads feel different, the passing trucks don't have the same impact (as it were). On the bikes, when a truck passes at 85, you get blown around like a rag doll, in a car, you barely notice. The drive up to Banff is beautiful. Strange being on a four-lane highway in the mountains. And being charged $40 to enter the rockies seems bizarre, but, whatever....


Walking around the town offers spectacular views, regardless of the gormless tourists who get in front of the camera....


We stayed at the Banff Springs. A small, understated B and B. To tell the truth, I wouldn't stay there again.... although they do make a mean mojito....







Haunting old haunts. JJ and Kim let me into an old watering hole of 22 years ago. We went in a lunchtime for a cold one. Unfortunately, it started raining and we were compelled to stay for a couple more. Even more unfortunately, the bar manager decided that what we really needed was a few shots. It turned kind of pear-shaped after that.....


After a litre of water and a quick hour in jaccuzi, I was right as rain, so we headed out for dinner. A bison steak and elk rib. Excellent.

This morning were are sitting having a coffee, waiting for the Greyhound back into Calgary. There is a milonga (tango) this evening and then I'm hoping we find a proper western bar (JJ wants to try line dancing now that he has bought some chaps ;)

Slo