What can I say it was just like the train to Churchill except in reverse. So check out the earlier post for train details. The only thing that should be noted is that this is truely the slowest train ride in the world. I noticed a couple of times we were passes by rather large mosquitoes (the size of bees), they looked into the window as they passed us and gave us that "bring it one, ya wanna race look. We arrived in The Pas only one hour late checked into the Wescana Motel (described earlier) and crashed for what was left of the night, dreaming of sugar plumb fairies and things that go scratch in the night.
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