How to get to the airport? Choices were walk, take a bus (of which there appeared to be few) or walk. We chose the latter. After all, we had some time before our flight and needed some exercise. The exercise was walking up the hill to the 250 or so Black Street steps and then launching our bag onto the wooden cycle track running up the side of the steps. Carefully, balanced and to the surprise of some locals (some of whom offered to help) we made it. We stood proudly at the top, out of breath and wishing we hadn't bought the polyprops and warm hats (it was meant to be 10 degrees!)
We walked along to the airport 'Sorry there is no where to leave your bags until your flight" said the person at the counter. So we rolled the bag over to the transport museum.
"Leave it with me" said the welcoming person and he pushed it close to the wall making it difficult for him to move from behind the counter. We thanked him, paid the entry fee and enjoyed the museum.
"How do we get to the Beringla Museum?" we asked our friendly receptionist.
"Through the bush" and he waved in the general direction of the corner. "Leave your bag here" he said with another helpful smile.
It was hard to find the hole in the fence but with some exploring we did and walked through the bush to the second museum. We were lucky to be on time for a talk by Mike Dol, a dutch paleontologist on mammoths and with complimentary juice and cookie we settled down to a 45 minute talk.
Then it was time to go to catch our flight.
Some reflections on Whitehorse:
- Most drivers very courteous, slowing as they see pedestrians and stopping to let you cross the wide roads even if there isn't a crossing.
- Yukon number plates are on the back of the cars and buses. The buses also have an Alaskan number plate on the front as they travel between countries. Double whammy road tax!!
- It isn't a place to go if you want a five star holiday - but we never do. We enjoyed the isolation, history, walks, animals and people and would recommend Whitehorse to others who like holidays like ours.
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