It was the sight of a beached whale that provided us with a hint that we might soon get up close and personal with one of the planet’s greatest predators. Our party was drifting – in Zodiac power boats – over the icy waters of Coningham Bay, on Prince William Island in Canada’s high Arctic – when the beluga was spotted lying on the shore. A couple of others were seen minutes later. Stripped of their skin and blubber, the beluga carcasses were the leftovers of an Inuit hunting party and they were providing irresistible enticement for another set of locals: two large male Polar Bears.
Jeff Topham One Ocean Expeditions Arctic
The pair appeared over a sand dune and lumbered down to take a munch or two of whale before wandering off, clearly having already gorged themselves earlier. One bear – a huge hill of an animal with white and yellow fur, a battered nose and dainty cottonwool-like ears – swam to a nearby ice floe, where he sat staring at us. For the next quarter of an hour, he contemplated our tourist-filled boats – a feast in the making from his perspective. Our pilots kept their engines revved for a quick escape, though the bear was obviously in no mood for action, just a bit of eyeballing.

It was a breathtaking encounter: the world’s largest land carnivore posing only a few dozen yards away against a backdrop of misty Arctic wasteland – though I should stress that polar bears were not the only wonders we witnessed in our trip through the Northwest Passage. We also saw Finback Whales, Narwhals, Muskox, Gyrfalcons, Arctic Hare, Snowy Owls, any amount of gulls and a plethora of other seabirds.

In any case wildlife is not the high Arctic’s only attraction. The landscape alone is worth the trip – mysterious, bleak and haunting, with islands stripped of any signs of life save for the thinnest strands of vegetation clinging to the gale-swept ground and crumbling Hudson Bay trading stations abandoned decades ago.
Sarah and Robin on Devon Island
In the 19th century hundreds of men died here trying to find a northwest passage from the Atlantic to the Pacific, the expedition of Sir John Franklin – which disappeared in 1845 – being the grimmest, but by no means only, example. Today global warming is melting the Arctic’s summer ice, and ships with strengthened hulls can sail the passage with ease for several weeks a year. Hence our decision to abandon Europe’s summer to experience this land of ice and snow as it is transformed by climate change at a speed unmatched in any another other region on Earth.

It was a deeply satisfying but surprisingly busy experience. There were constant lectures and talks and, with the exception of our two-day voyage across Baffin Bay, we had at least one shore trip a day: to Beechey Island, where three of Franklin’s men are buried below bleached wooden grave markers; to Prince Leopold Island, whose soaring cliffs provide sanctuary for tens of thousands of kittiwakes, fulmars and guillemots; and to the Inuit towns of Sisimiut and Pond Inlet.

These journeys involved the donning of thermal underwear, woollen shirts and heavy-duty waterproof gear – which might seem surprising given that temperatures rarely dropped below zero. However if you don’t have proper clothing, long journeys in open Zodiacs, in fierce cutting winds, can seriously chill the blood.

It was by no means an arduous holiday. The food on our ship, the Akademik Sergey Vavilov, was lavish; there was a cocktail of the day and a happy hour; a hot tub on deck; and yes, bars of chocolate were left on our newly made beds every evening.

My wife Sarah and I did have two main worries before setting off: rough seas and fellow passengers. We got well-informed, amusing and articulate shipmates. Some were the best-travelled individuals I have ever encountered. Others had spent their savings just to make this journey, to see a land in melting transition. It was a humbling experience.
akademik ioffe hot tub
As to the high seas, they didn’t materialise either. From our trip’s starting point at Kangerlussuaq in Greenland, across Baffin Bay’s ice floes and icebergs, into Lancaster Sound and south through Victoria Strait before reaching our 2,000km journey’s end at Cambridge Bay, on Victoria Island, the seas were calm. Even our journey through the Bellot Strait – which separates the most northerly point of mainland America from Canada’s Arctic islands and is rated one of the world’s most formidable sea passages – was smooth and restful.

Indeed that trip, on a glorious August evening, was especially exhilarating as we cruised through the narrow channel from Atlantic waters to those of the Pacific, towards the setting sun. At one point we could see a lone wolf on the shore watching us. Later a polar bear swam across our bows. And that is not your everyday holiday experience.
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