There he appeared, off in the distance. Strolling towards us at a polar bear pace, pausing every now and then to sniff the breeze. It's really quite majestic. Most of the people in the tundra buggy were out on the balcony, cameras clicking like mad. Towards the end, as the bear emerged from the bush onto what passes for a road, the woman beside me was muttering, "come to mama pretty bear, come to mama." That bear decided to stroll behind the buggy that was behind us, to our disappointment.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Looking forward to reading your comment!