(The evening would have been more enjoyable if I hadn't insisted on a late evening walk in search of "pide," the one Turkish food I hadn't sampled on our trip.)
At 3 a.m. the next morning we were waiting at the door of the hotel for an airport shuttle. 29 hours later it was 11 p.m. (on the same day), and we were descending an elevator at the Regina International Airport. Above the customs booths I noticed this ominous message:
Welcome to Saskatchewan . . .
"What does the ellipsis mean?" I wondered.