SUNDAY AUGUST 3

The province of Saskatchewan is the home of the magnificent Riding Mountain Park,.  Here we have the luck to see a herd of more than 30 bison, crossing the road only ten metres in front of our 2CVs, which seemed to be looking out of the corners of their headlights at this spectacle from another time.

Our trip across the great plains continues with a stop in Saskatoon, capital of Saskatchewan.  Now a city of 200,000, with freeways and large buildings, it is hard to image that this city didn't even exist a hundred years ago.

Just a century ago, on this very site, Sitting Bull and Buffalo Bill might have ridden proudly past on their steeds.  Living history.

We have done 4,000 km since we left Montreal, and we are nearly half way through our trip. Nature is still in its wild state here, and while we have the bad luck to drive over a skunk (What's that smell!?), the mosquitos really out do themselves.  It's like a horror movie: impossible to stay outside at dusk, even close to the campfire.  It's so bad that most of the raid participants desert the campsite, and take refuge at some hotels in a nearby town.

But we should be proud that the 27 frenchmen, known for our courage, faced up to these blood-thirsty kamikazes all night.  Of course you should have seen how we looked the next morning when we got up...