Canad Inns Destination Centre Transcona
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- Drycleaning onsite
- High-speed internet in room
- Indoor pool
- Microwave in room
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... not surprising after the kind of night I had. “I think we need some coffee,” I mention and Jim agrees with me. “And, I also need to use the washroom,” I add. We pass a sign that says there is an Esso with a restaurant 15 kilometres ahead and decide that we will stop there. Jim begins to slow down when we see the Esso sign and he pulls in. The appearance is questionable at best but since I really need to use the facilities we go ...
... We are on the quicker road for the trip back and there is not a lot of traffic. As we drive I notice a beautiful red sunset so I ask Jim to pullover so I can try and take a photo. “Red sky at night, sailor’s delight!” I recite from a poem I once heard. “That’s what they say,” Jim tells me. I wonder if this means we will have great weather for the beginning of the rest of our adventure tomorrow? I guess we will have to wait and ...
... which our train was blocking.
Finally at 4pm we finally set sail out of Winnipeg.
From here I was hoping for the scenery to change and that I could start taking a few photos. However my hopes went out the window and just as I thought the boring scenery could not get any worse it sure did.
We were now travelling through nothing but total flat land with nothing at all to photo or hardly look at. Best thing to do was go to sleep and so ...
... maintain a so-called "polar bear jail" where bears (mostly adolescents) who persistently loiter in or close to town, are held after being tranquilized, pending release back into the wild when the bay freezes over. It is the subject of a poem, Churchill Bear Jail, by Salish Chief Victor A. Charlo.
... indigenous religions. We tried learning Djoula, one of the tribal languages found in Burkina and Mali, but it is so different from English and French that it was really hard, though I do know some useful phrases! Thank goodness I can speak French!
After our 5 hour class we bussed back to our town houses and we had quiet time. I snuck out with my journal, my book and my laptop to a café I found a couple of days ago to try and find some quiet time to journal, blog and read ...