When I woke up, we had left the great lakes and were now into the prairies. I had no idea what to expect from them, all I had been told was that there is endless nothingness as far as the eye can see. It was beautiful in its own right, not as memorable as the mist on the great lakes, or the view from Machu Picchu but was still fantastic to look at. It reminded me so much of the English countryside, relatively flat with a patchwork of farms all over the place. The only major difference here was that the farms were huge, I'm sure a some of which were the size of some big towns in England. Imagine having to work on something so large. Again, if you see it on a map, it looks amazing, like a massive piece of soldiers camouflage. There seems to be every different shade of green you could ever dream of. The prairies were the big fat chunk in the middles, I don't think it will take as long to get through as the lakes and the rocky mountains, as its flat and the road is pretty straight the whole way. There isn't much I can say about them really, they were just big, pretty flat farms. Don't get me wrong, they are impressive in their own right but I have seen farms all around so its not that big a deal to me. We had quickly stopped off in a place called 'Swift Current' to have some food and drink. I got a teen combo burger at A&W, it was very tasty and was the first piece of food I had bought on the bus ride. I was already into my third province on this bus ride, I was about to pull into the fourth. I had started in Ontario, then went through Manitoba, then Saskatchewan and now I was entering Alberta. The first major stop in Alberta was the funniest name of all, 'Medicine Hat'. It had only taken two days to get this far. Apparently the biggest tepee in the world is in Medicine hat. I was kind of hoping we would drive past it so I could marvel at it, we didn't. This journey had been great to take my mind of the fact that I probably wouldn't be allowed back into the states, I hadn't thought about it once. I don't remember exactly where it happened but we left somebody behind. We were on one of the smaller stops near Calgary. Everybody got off the bus, to have a piss, take a shit, have a smoke, eat some food, whatever you do when you have about fifteen minutes to kill. This one older guy who was part of the group at the back of the bus. Nobody quite noticed he hadn't got back on yet. When we did, we saw his jacket still sitting on his seat. One of them went to the front, told the driver, we had only driven off about fifty metres down the road, we could easily have gone back or waited a little but the driver insisted on continuing. We left him behind. All we have of him now is his worn leather jacket. Calgary here were come, it was our last major stop on the route to Vancouver and the last stop in Alberta. It was all British Columbia from here on. I had made an acquaintance with somebody from Calgary, he said if I was ever about to get in contact with him. I wasn't stopping, just however long the bus was there for, then I would be off. For this reason I didn't bother getting in touch with him. Calgary didn't look too bad, I didn't know what it would be like. There were a few jazz clubs and lots of bars and restaurants. The stopover was only an hour so I didn't have any time to venture out and explore the city, plus I didn't want to be left behind. We left Calgary and in the morning I would be in Vancouver, it put a smile on my face knowing this.