Magic Jewball

This time I’m here in Regina, Saskatchewan, a province which I’ve discovered has as many people in it as my block in Manhattan. I got here via the means you see below (shown at the rest stop in Swift Current) and it was actually a much more pleasant journey than you’d imagine. I ended up getting a window seat and not being beheaded, my two main goals. (Actually, they now search your bags before getting on a Greyhound bus in Canada, something they don’t do in the states.) People kept telling me that the landscape was dull and endless but I found it fascinating. I’ve never seen so much sky in my entire life. Really amazing and lovely. And despite the child kicking my seat most of the trip, I enjoyed sitting next to a member of the one ethnic group I never get to ride next to on the subway: a native person. I thanked her by getting bits of my sandwich on her. Oops.

I also enjoyed our driver, who said things like this: “is anyone getting off in Moose Jaw? This is important… because we’re not stopping in Moose Jaw.”

Onward!