Oh, Air Canada

So, let me tell you about our trip.
We jumped on a plane one day, and then a train, and then another train, that got onto a ferry, then we got onto another train, and finaly a bus, so we could meet up with our buddy Kyle. Kyle is in Karlskrona Sweden.

Off we traveled around the area. And we saw things like:

And we did a little of this too:

We had fun. When it came time to leave, we had aggreed to do Kyle a favour. We would take back some things for him. We didn't have any luggage, so we could use our baggage allowance on the plane for him. Sure, why not. How bad could it be.





It's only one suitcase, with wheels. How bad could this be? Kyle even helped us to take it to the train station when we left Karlskrona.



So far, so good. When we left Karlskrona, we traveled to Fredericia Denmark. Along the way, we stopped in Copenhagen for a few hours, then it was off to meet up with Brian.

Brian took us around his part of the world. These are some of the things we saw in Denmark:

So now we leave Denmark, we are on our way back to Frankfurt, to get back on the plane to fly home. But first that means, another train.



And we need still need to get the suitcase around:



It's a little frustrating at times:



Crowds on a Frankfurt S-Bahn can be in a bit of a rush:



But we still get a little time in to see some last-minute sights before we fly home.



Then it's on to the plane and on our way to Calgary. By the time we get to Calgary, we have hauled that suitcase about 8,500 Km. No problems. All we need to do now, it the last 450 km, and we are home. Because of time, and Canada Customs, and Air Canada, we thought it was best to check the bag all the way to Edmonton, and we would just get it back to Kyle later. He's not going to be here for a while. We go through Customs, drop the bag off for our connecting flight, and sit back. We have taken trains, ferrys, planes, busses, and even a veggie powered volvo, and every thing has gone off with out a hitch. Our last flight to Edmonton is a little rough because of some weather, but we manage to make it ahead of schedule. 200 Km to go. So we go to pick up the bag, and then it's off to home. We wait at the luggage rack. And wait.



The lady at the luggage counter was pleasent enough. No point in yelling at her when the bag you have dragged half way around the world, get's lost in the last 300 Km. She's the one who has to find it.

The vaction may be over, but the adventure will continue for a little longer. I'll let you know how it turns out.