I am in Banff, 60 km out of Calgary, Alberta for a conference. The river that flows through Banff is Bow River.
The girl sitting next to me on the plane was on the way to Sydney for six months. Before we took off, she asked me about spiders and snakes and sharks and so-forth. As the plane rolled to the end of the runway, she asked me to forgive her if she wasn't very talkative because she was extremely hung-over. When we reached the end of the runway, she kind of spasmed and said "OOoooOOooohhhHhh I'm gonna pass out...". For the next hour, we were grounded while various medical people talked to her, put on an oxygen mask, took it off, put it on and she slipped in and out of consciousness. Eventually they took her off the plane. It was the most severe hangover I've ever seen. When she gets to Australia, I'm sure she'll fit in fine.
Meanwhile, the Australian population of Banff is about six million and one. The six million are the waitresses and hotel receptionists. The one is the guy giving his conference presentation debut tomorrow. 'Night.