What have happened. We were suddewnly put into a Hollywood production of "Wyett Earp". Dust, rolling hills and thumbleweed. The funny thing was that they called this Cypress Hills - but we could't find any flowers anywhere!!

After driving for hours and hours again we came to Sascatchewans capital, Regina. Since we allready where in the mood we figured we'd go all the way and headed to the Pump roadhouse.

This was a real western saloon (sort of!?!), Where the beer was cheap and all the women danced twostep (including John F). We had a superb time, but as usual Hans got to drunk to find our table and disappeared.

Where is my horse??

Watch out for the Bears

The Pump Roadhouse