Worst Washroom of the Week

One of the goals in my travels is to find humor.  Since I’m a woman, slave to a pea-sized bladder and forced to use a squatting device of some kind, welcome to a regular feature: shitty washroom of the week.  Pun intended.

This week?

Swift Current, Greyhound Bus Station

Look ma, no door!!! Pretty breezy washroom experience.

By |July 15th, 2010 |Categories: Moosejaw |25 Comments

Moosejaw to Toronto, The Journey….

Was long.  After hopping a midnight bus to Moosejaw, the West Coast version of the prairies melted away.  I could hardly sleep, so sought landscape as distraction, but that was futile.

Saskatchewan

Although I love open skies, the prairies of Saskatchewan always leave me depressed.  It’s the province that ingenuity and art forgot.  I couldn’t believe my eyes when we pulled into Gull, even though de ja vu had placed me there before.  A dirt road and genuine hillbilly sleeping in the cab of his truck met my blurry 6 am eyes.  His legs dangled out the window, shoeless.

Gull - no paved roads!

I’ve grown too use to European designed, bubble wrapped humans and cities.  Maybe it’s time to shatter that?

A meet with the ex was not on the table, so I decided to spend the day at Temple Gardens Mineral Spa.

8 hours later, 1 less fleece (i wonder who didn’t turn it into lost and found?), it was a simple walk through an alleyway towards the spa’s entrance.  That was 9 am.

Oh lovely spa!

Spa waters, ooh..

$15 CDN gives you all day entrance, use of a steam room, and some refreshing waters to partake in. Indoors and outdoors.

The hotel lobby became my office as Sasktel wifi was a strong, steady signal.  The front desk kindly stowed my backpack.  It was a comfortable arrangement.

After some spa time and work, I walked down Main

By |July 9th, 2010 |Categories: Moosejaw, Toronto |16 Comments