Do not call me baby. I do not like it. Really. Do not do this. Sweetie is not much better. I'm 21, young children, by definition, 2-3. And sweet is a gustatory perception, damn it, especially if old Canadian drunks I call it that. Thank you. Princess no (what a doctor thinks of his patients called so? And in the kitchen then I've also made me really not stupid, I think), Sweetie, no, baby no, no Menscha, Puppal no (long time ago but that has is baked).
By the way, for all all all the reading: I do not like.
morning at least I wiggle on to Jasper - can I expect my 30-man-Dormbett little, yes, I can literally smell! And then do all day long if I want to move's in my budget.
That has now recovered but always first, after I've paid nothing for the last week of snoring and hardly anything for chewing. $ 50 tip, two nights in a hostel, I was rafting for free laundry and I've even thrown in the machine level before re Loonies (1 CAD-coin) and Toonies (2 CAD-coin) it will cost them.
Another plan: After Jasper to Banff are some more - everything is a green sausage, see previous post or map - and then Vancouver and Vancouver Iceland with Butsch. Speaking of green
Wurscht. I do not know what the people who draw maps, have thought in Canada Sun If you look at the anschaunt could give the impression that it was outside the National Parks ... yellow. What do you mean? Farm land, perhaps, or cities, or Minidoerfer or sand, or ... wrong.
At least here in British Columbia it is green, or colored, or white and this year, due to great drought, a bit dull and lifeless. Betimes hilly, even mountainous, with countless lakes and hardly a soul, frightening stereotype many bears and other animals. But not really sandy.
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