Banff Springs

Not too difficult to find the hotel in Banff, which looks like a cross between a Scottish castle and maybe a chateau in France. Originally built as a railway hotel and added to over the years, now a rather large and bustling destination, set by a river, close to the Bow Falls.

Time for a balcony cocktail and a view of the mountains and then some planning for the next day's investigations of the area. Still Monday and already quite a range of experiences from the area finishing in the Germanic sounding Waldhaus, for an alpine fondue.

gopher alert

By late morning Monday, it was time to move on from the Palliser to the next destination. Time to whistle for the wheels and hit it. I'd been told that the old Route 1A was a better route than the Route 1 for our journey to Banff and sure enough, there were some interesting views and stopping points along the way.

Thats where the late lunch of rice and vegetables came in very refreshing along with a mighty fine cup of coffee.

The real target destination was Banff Springs, with its splendid and somewhat iconic hotel. The route started to show warnings about bears, wolves and elk, allthough we'd have to work our way up to that, starting with a gopher sighting.

wrangle

I have a feeling that keeping an internet connection on the little toysrus computer may be challenging in some places. The hotel room is fairly spartan with its board for a bed and I've only really got a space to hang jeans and maybe park some cowboy boots.

The culture of Calgary is a blend of cosmopolitan urban with the slick city skyscrapers of the oil crowd and the more rough and ready charms of the folk who wrangle cattle for a living. Throw in the Asian influence from the settlers who moved to Calgary from the Pacific Rim in the late 1800s and there is quite a mixing pot.

Similar contrasts between the airconditioned security patrolled comfortable public areas facilitating traversal of the city by glass corridors compared with people panhandling on the streets for a few dollars.

tied up

The tram ride to the Calgary Stampede was not entirely successful. Having found a tram station, it was necessary to buy a ticket for circa three Canadian dollars. I only had a ten dollar bill and no change. The machines were coin only. I asked a few people if they could swap my bill for some coins, but everyone said "No". So I baorded the tram anyway, holding the money ready to exoplain my English plight.

Next thing I know, the tram is heading across the river away from the Stampede gound. The early stops were about every 300 metres, but after it decided to cross the river, the next stop was about 3 kilometers. Nothing for it. Change trams and go back. The ares of the tram station was fairly isolated too, on shops, taxis or people. I waited and caught a tram back, with it stopping at different alternate stations on the retrun. Eventually I got off, close to where I'd started and decided to try the trip again. Except the train announcer then explained there was an emergency and all the trams to the Stampede Ground were halted. Nothing for it but to find a taxi.

Later, I arrived at the Stampede ground, which is huge and has a funfair and many sidehows in addition to what turned out to be the finals of the varuious events. These included tieing a steer, wrestling a steer, bucking bronco and chuck wagon races. I got to kow what a rope-off and a jump-off are as I watched the various events.

Then sleep.

the land of the ice and snow

Sunday sipping Mai Tai before the flight to Alberta, passing over Iceland and Baffin Bay. Arriving on time and finding the way downtown, knowing it was the last night of the big rodeo called Calgary Stampede.

Having settled into the hotel, what else to do but make the way by tram across to the show?

Next stop, Canada

Heading to the airport at 11:00 this morning to hop on the flight to Calgary, for some new adventures in Canada.

I've no idea whether I'll be able to post and blog entries at all whilst travelling about and have only taken the rather tiny backpack friendly Eee PC as sole form of computing power. With an SLR, a small camcorder and a book to read the space is somewhat at a premium.

And rashbre central has gone 'Western' for a few days, in celebration.

iPhone 2

I've just been messing about with the iPhone update. Quite a few of the social network software facilities now run from the aps menu on the phone and there's also some clever ways to do things like remote control of iTunes, which is now built into the new iTunes 7. I've added twitterific, newsgator and a few other bits and pieces from the aps menu. All free software uploads. Not bad for a free upgrade.

Oh and I couldn't resist Band which is a virtual band and could keep me amused on the plane tomorrow.

I must remember its a telephone.

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flutter

"Be Lucky", someone said to me just before I departed for Ascot to watch a few horse races. "Buy the Sun newspaper", someone else said. So suitably prepared with a quarter page torn from the paper (plenty of Shock Horror stories to read sometime else) and the luckiness that had been instructed upon me, I thought I simply couldn't lose.

And then, on the way to the race course there was The Sign. A full aerial display by the Red Arrows, right in the sky in front of me.

At one point, one of the pilots flew his plane along the path of the M3 towards me.

So by the time I reached Ascot, I thought I couldn't possibly lose and plumped a whole £10 on a horse in the first race.

Thats when something went wrong.

It lost.

It wasn't supposed to.

I thought about leaving right then, but we still had more courses of lunch to eat. Okay, one more try, I thought, and then I'll stop or else I'll become addicted to gambling and go into a hopeless downward penniless spiral ending barefooted and desperate on the street outside the racetrack selling lucky horseshoes.

Second race. I won. Twenty-four pounds payout. I was now a whole £4 ahead.

OK. One more go. Ten quid again. To win (that was the only gambling phrase I knew).

Race Three. I won again. This time the tenner returned £55. I was now £49 ahead and still drinking the complementary lemonade. One more time...£10...Lost.

That was enough. I was still thirty-nine quid ahead and still possessed the willpower to walk away.

And a smile.

day at races and night at piano

Today has a sort of ultimate compression to it. An early work start before a trip to the races at Ascot, to include some kind of fancy lunch and presumably some betting. I must get a copy of The Sun newspaper so that I know the odds. I seem to recollect that the jockeys who arrive by helicopter usually win their races.

Then on to a musical evening with Elton John and perhaps his red piano. The venue is fairly close to Ascot, which is a fortunate co-incidence because the two events were planned in a most uncoordinated way.

When I eventually get back home I will need to start packing for the weekend's flight to Canada.

big moth near Farnborough

Earlier I was putting some minor groceries into the back of the car when I spotted this making a large amount of noise. I've since seen some other small planes and a few helicopters and I believe its because everyone is practicing for Farnborough Air Show.

That would also explain this afternoon's little procession of biplanes and (Tri?)planes and a seriously aggressive looking jet fighter that I saw flying around in circles.

shock british summer rain!

How much sadness can there be in the London sky? The last three days delivered thunder and those kind of downpours that sting the skin.

I've walked along roads transformed into miniature rivers. Yesterday, from the car to indoors, I morphed from dry into drenched.

Right now the heartbroken sky is crying again.


Update: Still raining...

not exactly heaven 17, but in the same wheels

No time for breakfast shows, watching tv and analysing the weather.
Little time to plan the day, except one big thing before Friday.
Work all day and work all night - to make time for play.
Should I stay cool and not get excited wondering?
No chance.
Vocation before vacation?
Defining a new future just before the old story is up.