Ok, not to sell the last few days of our massive overseas Odyssey short, but we are home now safe and sound so its time to wrap this baby up. We did some fun stuff in these last three places, and for the minor stuff you're just going to have to take my word for it. I do still have some stuff I'd like to share, so here follows a highlights package - enjoy.

1. Revelstoke.

A couple of highlights here. The first notable thing was Roger Pass, which is really just a bloody high road that is susceptible to avalanches. Apparently up to 40 a day in the winter so they say. The road has avalanche roofs on it as well which is cool.

We also went for a spot of go-karting, at a go kart park run by real life red necks. I have to admit it was almost as much fun humming "dueling banjos" as it was driving the karts.

2. Kelowna.

More real life red necks here at a flea market we went to. I bought a Han Solo figurine and a book of Letterman top 10 lists.

Kelowna is home to Lake Okanagan, which is apparently one of National Geographic's top ten lakes in the world. Top ten on what grounds I am not sure, but there you go. We went on a 3 hour houseboat trip on the lake which was cool, especially for Karen, who went for a swim in 11 degree water!

3. Vancouver.

Vancouver is a large wonderful city, with great attractions such as Granville Island and Stanley Park, but the two stories I am going to tell you strangely involve openly gay men.

The first was that on two mornings we had breakfast in Vancouvers very famous celebrity hangout, The Elbow Room Cafe. This is a fun joint, run by a couple of very funny old queens, where the gimmick is that they abuse you. Seriously, you go in there and they call you names, in the style of Carson! Comedy gold. The funniest thing was that we told them we were from New Zealand, so had a giggle as they made jokes about the land of the long white cloud! Eventually we let on that we were actually from Australia, but by then it was too late. Possibly the funniest moment was when Karen asked the waiter what he recommended, and he answered "It's not on the menu, sweetheart"

The other story was our viewing of the AFL grand final. It turned out that the only bar showing the game was a bar called "Sugar Daddy's". Call it holiday fatigue or whatever, but for some reason the name didn't ring any alarm bells for me until we got there and met the very nice gentlemen who drank there. I can't say there was anything wrong with the place, but watching the AFL grand final, on a Friday night, in a Canadian gay bar was possibly the most surreal experience of my life.

So that was it. We had a quick lunch with Karen's friends Mark and Sarah on our last day and then caught the plane home.

And then we woke up and it was all a dream......