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April 9 - We spent our last morning wandering around a market close to our hotel. It was mostly fish, stalls but also lots of vegetables and entire stalls with foodstuffs that I didn’t recognize at all. The market ran for what seemed like miles down little alleyways that often ended in a temple - quite fascinating! Many different sights and smells. A uniformed taxi driver came to our hotel at exactly the time he was supposed to, to take us to the airport, but we didn’t know how far it was and we drove for what seemed like hours. I was beginning to have visions of my children getting a phone call demanding ransom! We did see some signs to the airport, but then they would disappear again. Anyway, we were eventually (2 hours later) delivered safely and got on the plane. It was one of those weird experiences where you actually arrive before you leave with the international date line, so we settled in to zone out for about 24 hours. The flight to San Francisco was fine - lots of movies and food. San Francisco to Denver was a little less fine as we were getting pretty tired, so we were very happy to get into the Saskatoon-bound plane. We had been flying for about 1 ½ hours when the captain came on and told us that there was a really bad storm in Saskatoon and that we were turning round to go back to Denver. Apparently quite a few other flights had already been re-directed into Regina so they couldn‘t take us, so I’m actually typing this in the Denver Airport where John and I have spent an interesting night. We got back in around 10 pm local time and were told we could go to a hotel at our own expense and return by 7 am. Denver is a huge airport and our internal time clocks were completely out of whack so we decided not to bother with finding a cab and a hotel where we probably wouldn’t sleep anyway, and opted to spend a fun-filled night in the airport which apparently never sleeps. A lovely little cleaning man scrounged up a couple of foamies and a blanket for me and I had my earplugs and eye covers, so I settled in on the floor for a nap, However, they don’t turn off the PA system over night and every half hour, a lady would yell at me that the terrorist code was now orange and I was to report anything suspicious to an airport employee. At the moment, the only airport employee I can see is a cleaner who evidently uses this end of the airport as his hideaway during his night shift. He came roaring around the corner on a mechanical sweeper thing and set up shop a few benches away from me. He’s been there for ages, either texting or doing something with his i-pod! So our grand adventure has ended somewhat