Adventures In The Canada Part 2

We went were taken to a rodeo, with brave men fighting young bulls, girls on horseback looking pretty, clowns and that. But the most interesting thing that happened was when a guy was caught taking photos. Perhaps he missed the signs all over the place and the printed warning on his ticket, "NO CAMERAS". There he was, standing up at the very back row of the stand, with his professional-looking long-lens camera, when the security guys down front, whose only job is to scan the crowd for photographers, duh, clocked him and sent someone up to remonstrate with him. Again, very Canadian, very polite, but he was not allowed to stay. Twat.

Then we drove up the mighty Fraser River to Hell's Gate. Now that was impressive. Fifty squillion tons of water pass through this canyon every second, and it's not even in full flood. In a masterstroke of marketing, the Canadians have taken a leaf out of the Merkans' book and put all the toilets in the visitor centre on the other side of the river, just a short cable-car ride away. Ok if you're not afraid of heights. Mrs Farty gritted her teeth and told herself that Table Top Mountain [sic] in Cape Town was worse.

After crossing, we saw a cardboard Mountie, fifty flavours of fudge, edible bear claws, lots of ice cream and a presentation aboot the history of the place. It's got fish or something, who cares? Fifty flavours of fudge, how aboot that?