We caught the Greyhound bus to Banff. Whenever I have caught Greyhound buses in the past (admittedly always in the USA) they have been filled with the kind of people that would fight you for a cigarette butt and then steal your shoes. This was different, it was well, pleasant. People talked to each other and when they talked to me I didn't immediately think 'oh christ, why do I always get the mentalist who wants to talk about gherkins and Jesus'
Snce arriving in Canada I have been amazed just how friendly everybody is. If it wasn't -22 degrees outside I think I could happily stay here for some time.
I have yet to see a policeman. Or a moose.
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