The journey to Churchill involved 3 flights and 2 nights on the Hudson Bay train. The segment to Toronto proved surprisingly enjoyable, my barely contained excitement being fuelled by the complimentary red wine. I normally use such opportunities to devour some literature; however on this occasion I read only half of Atonement by Ian McEwen and found a guilty pleasure in watching a less than profound film.
I finally reached Winnipeg airport at 19:40 local time but my suitcase was less lucky; after some degree of panic on my part and pleading phone calls to Air Canada, it arrived the next morning just in time for the onward trip.
The reason I was embarking on this long trip