Post-powder pain

Back in Calgary, we were far too weary to do anything other than sleep. Fresh powder is as tiring as it is fun and we needed very little convincing to have a lie-in. Eventually surfacing at around noon with sore limbs and even more painful faces (let that be a lesson to us!), we decided that the only constructive way to spend the afternoon would be to wander along the Bow river stopping for lunch and beers (including the aptly named 'Powder Hound').

So that's how we wiled away the rest of the day trying some local brew and sampling some of Calgary's finer bars, particularly 'Seven', where all the models have bar jobs it would seem. After popping back to the flat for a quick pit-stop we took a taxi to the Back Alley, Calgary's Rock club.

Sunday was leisurely, leaving the sanctuary of the flat only for a hangover-busting breakfast on 17th Ave in Metro. I was astonished to find that they had no English Breakfast tea to go with breakfast, to which the waitress replied 'you guys English? Gotta have your tea, eh?'. The rest of the day disappeared into movies and some more trip-planning. A fantastic roast a la Rich and Liana rounded it all off nicely and with a heavy heart it was time to leave their flat and head into the wilderness...