Eyes down...

Thursday night is bingo night in town, and tonight's prize for a full house is $24,000. That's right, twenty-four thousand dollars. Apparently no-one has won the jackpot for a few weeks now, and the money has been rolling over. The weekly bingo game is huge here, as you can imagine with such prizes, and the way it's played is quite unique. Not that anything can be quite unique, but we'll leave that discussion for another time.

To play, you buy your card(s) from the local store, then tune into the radio (or the FM, to use the colloquialism for local radio here) on Thursday evening and let the games begin. I tried playing once, but as my grasp of Inuktitut is tenuous verging on the non-existent, it was quite a harrowing exercise: "What did they say? What was that? Was that a number? Please slow down!"

Anyway, I shall endeavour to find out tomorrow whether anybody won or not; shouldn't be too difficult - it'll be the person with all the new friends.