Does everybody remember the other day when I complained about it being -2? Well put your hands up, let me hear you say -30! I CAN'T HEAR YOU!! That would be because your teeth are chattering too hard... It's actually not that bad. In theory it sound horrendous but it's kind of comparable to standing in the maccas freezer pulling out the food for open. Except I'm wearing thermals and a down jacket as opposed to a khaki coloured shirt with a navy vest. i.e. it's vastly warmer.

I just got off the train in Edmonton station, I've been traveling on it since 8.30pm Sunday night and it's now 12.05am on Tuesday morning. Luckily there was ample leg room and the rockies out the window otherwise I think I would have jumped out the window. There were screaming kids again up the carriage who I considered tossing over a bridge, instead I turned my iPod up. It seemed like a more rational action.

I was sad to leave Seattle on Sunday morning, it was a fantastic city, but I managed to get a bit more stuff in before I got on the bus. I trekked down to the suburb of Madrona, which is on Lake Washington and is incredibly beautiful. It is also where Kurt Cobain of Nirvana used to live before he committed suicide. There is a kind of memorial park there now. Not an official one, but people from all around the world have come to the park to etch stuff into these two benches in the park. It's a pretty peaceful location, and unfortunately I didn't know exactly which house was his to take a photo (Sorry, McGregor) but it was cool to see all the same. I also managed to get back to EMP to buy that bag! Luckily I did because the Diesel bag was struggling to fit overnight stuff in it. It's been relegated to my big pack for now while I break in the new one.

On the way back to the hostel to get my backpack, I got off one stop early on the train to explore the Pioneer District, which is where Seattle was first settled and has some amazing old architecture and antique stores. It is also where the coffee shop is located that is featured on "Frasier" if anybody knows the one I mean!

I sat in front of a really cool, young American guy from Portland, Oregon on the way up to Vancouver and we talked most of the way up there. We all had to get off the bus at the border for the sniffer dogs to go at us (cutest dog ever, by the way, it was a like a beagle or something ridiculous). But we eventually got back to the Vancouver station, minus anyone being strip searched. I had a bit of a wait in the Vancouver station, so I grabbed Subway. They have flat bread here and it's pretty life changing. If I didn't want to come home before, let's just say the flat bread has sealed the deal. Although they don't have carrot (!) so it's kind of a toss up. You live and learn, as they say!

Nothing much to report from the train trip, aside from the fact that there was no entertainment or anything (Thank God the iPod made a comeback, it died suddenly on Sat night!). We stopped at Jasper train station on the way to Edmonton. It looks like a pretty little town, I was originally going to go there also but it's primarily a ski resort, and I'm primarily uncoordinated. Suffice to say I gave it a miss!

Tomorrow (or later today, as it stands) I'm going to attempt to wrangle the Edmonton transit system to get to West Edmonton Mall. One of the largest in North America, it has actual theme parks in it! Amazing. I leave Edmonton on Wednesday night, when the next train comes through, to go to Toronto. Heres hoping 2 days is enough to see all of that mall in!