Tuesday was our day off and we got to choose between going on a Tundra Buggy to look for polar bears or going Adventure Walking from Churchill... I chose to walk.

Three of us, Keith, Carla and myself met up with Paul, a local naturalist and two girls from the UK and he took us in a bus to a variety of sites around the town. Perhaps 'adventure' wasn't quite the right word but it was historical and cultural and we got a lot of local gossip too.

Here I am waiting for Paul by his bus in Churchill, note the sunshine

Paul has been in Churchill for more than 30 years and he seems to know everything. With his help we found Beluga Whale bones on the beach, saw a Peregrine Falcon strike a flock of Snow Buntings and we also saw three Bald Eagles and more Arctic Hares.

One of the 'tourist attractions' in Churchill is a cargo plane, nicknamed Miss Piggy, that crashed in the late 70's. There were 9 people on the plane and they all walked away.

Not far from Churchill we saw two Polar Bears, perhaps not as close as those from the Tundra Buggy, but here's a picture of one of them...

We spent the rest of afternoon in Churchill, in Gypsy's very pleasant cafe/bar for a late lunch, at the Eskimo Museum and eventually to meet up with everybody at the Tundra Inn. We were due to meet between 5 and 5.30 but the Buggy riders were two and half hours late. I ended up a little worse for wear which is why this blog is a little late...