Our final day on the Canadian started with another bundle of Americans charging for the buffet car. Wonder what the collective noun for a group of American tourists is - a waddle?!
We 'forced' down blueberry pancakes, maple syrup and sausages - yes sounds shit but tastes great!
Then we forced down lunch - god it was hell on the train. Thankfully for my waistline the train pulled into our destintion of Jasper. Brilliant train and I'd do it again but if I stayed on all the way to Vancouver I'd have exploded.
Jasper reminds me very much of Aviemore but everything is on a bigger scale. Bigger trains, bigger town and bigger mountains. It also has bears - which I don't think are in Scotland anymore.
Another honymoon bottle of Champaigne and with all the eating I just had to get an early night.