There’s no point in being lazy. At three, Friday afternoon, Frida and I met up with three of her friends and took the metro to the car rental office. When all bags and humans were packed snugly into the car, we started driving westward. We were headed for Jasper National Park.
The roads in Alberta are so straight, it’s almost scary. The landscape is so flat that you kind of lose perspective. We listened to the radio and sang along and saw the sun going down over the prairie. Our little roadtrip party consisted of Frida and me, obviously, Marit from Norway and Kate and Yea-na from Korea. A nice, cheery croud in the beginning of the drive, but as our surroundings got darker and the radio stations started to disappear until the only ones with a signal strong enough to hear were the country stations, the others started to doze off. The last hour, I think that Frida and I were the only ones still awake – Frida driving and me trying to come up with interesting things to talk about. We got to the hostel just before the check-in deadline and all of us crashed in the girl’s dormitory. We barely had time to make our beds.
Katja Malmborg 