These boots were made for walking

 I must admit that I have been neglecting my home country as a travel destination, so my girl and I decided it was time to see more of Norway. So we googled “travel in Norway”, checked out some pictures, and decided to take a weekend hike to Trolltunga (The Trolls Tongue). Here is our little travel blog.


When we (Wendy) picked out our travel destination I knew it would be a challenging hike, she on the other hand thought it would be an hours walk in semi flat terrain. I will add the TripAdvisor page for Trolltunga here so you can read other peoples account of the hike.
When Wendy realized it would be a minimum of five hours – one way – in steep mountain terrain she freaked for a second and realized she would need proper walking boots. By Wednesday she had bought and started to break in her new boots, and Friday afternoon we started our trip by driving to Odda in the Hardangerfjord in western Norway. Right after Wendy finished her shift I picked her up and we crossed the mountain plateau of Hardangervidda –  which is beautiful in itself. By nightfall we reached Odda where we rented a small room for the night. Easy enough.

The trek

The next day we got up at six A.M. and were on our way by quarter to seven. We reached the parking lot closest to the trail at seven and we started our trek at seven twenty. By seven thirty we knew we were in trouble.
The first kilometer is basically scrambling a straight ascend on a mix of rocky stairs and tree roots. The first 200 meters almost had us, but luckily we announced our travels on Facebook and could not give up so easily and face ridicule, so we scrambled on.
When we reached the one kilometer marker we knew the hard parts were over, from here it would be all smooth sailing if we would believe the online reviews. At the three kilometer marker it all started again. A steep ascend up a rocky path, several trails, and nothing that lead us towards the easiest path up.
After conquering the first two ascends the next portion of the trail was fairly easy and we actually ahd time to enjoy the hike without fearing that we would caugh our lungs out from exhaution.


The weather was a perfect hiking mix of moderate temperatures of around 15C and overcast skies. The warmth of the sun and the cool breeze kept us fairly comfortable. The snow was melting on the peaks, and beautiful little streams appeared everywhere. This also made the trail a bit challenging in some places as the meltwater turned dirt to mud and grasslands to bogs, but that was all okay as the scenery was stunning.
We walked through mountain forest areas with short lush trees, we walked through barren mountain peaks, we walked through grassy hillsides, and we even walked through quite a bit of snow.
June must be the perfect month to hike in this area if you would like to see the mountains dressed in all sorts of colors. We will probably judge that again as we hopefully will be back in fall with a tent.

The tongue

You will not see the structure itself until it is right there in front of you. From a few kilometers away you can see a gathering of people, but the tongue is hidden between two rocky outcrops in the mountain.
When you see the tongue for the first time it is something quite special. Situated at 1100 meters above sea level and with a vertical drop of 700 meters to the lake below.
Surrounded by snowy peaks, green hillsides and the beautiful clear blue lake below it is breathtakingly beautiful.
I am not great with hights. But dammit, when I have walked for almost six hours I am not leaving without a shot of me on that ledge. And boy am I glad I went out there. The view is the best I have ever experienced, and the feeling of standing a few feet from a seven houndred meeter “splat” is awesome.

The hard part

After spending about an hour at the structure we headed back down. We wanted to use less than five hours down so that we could be back at the parking lot by seven P.M. and reach Bergen around ten. What we did not take in to account was that the way down is just as hard, or maybe even harder than the hike up. The steep and rocky terrain takes a toll on the joints, and when you already hiked-up all your energy reserves it becomes even tougher. We managed to reach our car at eight O’clock after nearly stumbling down the last few hundred rocky steps.
In the car and pleased with our effort and the beautiful day we realized that our GPS sent us in the wrong direction – after about fourty minutes of driving…
We reached Bergen at one thirty A.M.

Oslo has a lot to learn

This was the first time any of us ever went to Bergen, and it will most definetly not be the last time. Bergen is a beautiful city by the fjord with cozy streets, a lot of history and heaps of cool street art. Growing up right outside Oslo I have always thought of Oslo as how a city is supposed to look. Gray buildings, tacky grafitty, garbage and an overall gloomy feeling. After visiting Bergen I realize that a big city (bergen being the second largest in Norway after Oslo) can also be lively and beutiful. We spent the day walking around shooting some pictures before we got in the car and drowe back over the mountains.

Traveling from the East to the West we had loads of rain, but on our way back we had clear blue skies and sun. Hardangervidda was glowing in every shade of green and yellow you could imagine.

Returning home late at night we unpacked and fell asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillow. It was a hard weekend, but all worth it.


Words of advice

I thought I would just end this blog with a few words of advice for anyone who might want to take on the Trolltnga hike.
– Leave early in the morning. When the weather is cooler and there are fewer people on the trail, the hike is much more enjoyable.
– Check the weather reports. The weather changes quickly in the mountain so be sure to check the reports and bring some warm clothing.
– Stay on top of the mountain in a tent or spend the next night close to Skjeggedal or Odda. Traveling all the way to Bergen after the hike was exhausting. Spare yourself the hassle and just spend one more night in the surrounding.
– Do not carry a 500mm lense unless you are there specifically to look for wildlife. It is BLOODY heavy.
– Plan a bit in advance. Do not make our mistake of planning it all in an evening, it seldom works out perfectly.

– Enjoy! Take your time and enjoy the hike. Hardanger is a beautiful spot in our little country.





No WiFi, means no update

Sorry guys! This shoud have been up a few weeks ago. Blaming the WiFi is childish, I know, But…

A few weeks ago I mentioned in a post that I was going to travel to South Africa to attend the Crocodile Specialist Groups 24th annual working meeting. Today I arrived in Skukuza rest camp in Kruger national park.

Looking at my ticket I gulped a bit. Traveling from Flå to Skukuza would take approximately 30hours of my life away from me. I love to travel as much as the next man, but I am not a huge fan of being locked inside planes and airports for prolonged periods of time. I need to move and use my body to not go insane. But all in the name of science. And when you see monkeys and warthogs from the window of your hut the traveling is quickly forgotten.
Skukuza rest camp is the largest rest camp in the largest game reserve in Africa, Kruger national park. A national park larger than the landmass of Israel, where every corner is teeming with wildlife. I have been in the area for less than five hours, but I have already seen water buffalo, impala, a Nile crocodile, warthogs, monkeys, and a myriad of beautiful birds. My camera is going to get used a lot the coming days.

I am here to attend the CSGs 24th annual working meeting. That means that I am going to get to meet and learn from the foremost experts in the field of crocodile conservation and management in the world.
The only reason why I am here is due to dumb luck and my ability to send emails to the right people. When I were still a biology student I sent an email to an Australian researcher who was working on crocodiles, to see if he had any tips to fields of master studies I could do on crocodiles – in Norway. He had many interesting tips, but most of them required me to move to Australia, Africa, or the Americas to pursue the field. I then got hired in my current position as a zookeeper in Flå and I soon put the idea of a master’s degree behind me. When my boss announced that we were getting crocodiles at the park I once again reached out to the researcher to see if there was any way I could do some volunteer work. To make a long story short; The researcher was Grahame Webb, The chair of the Crocodile Specialist Group. He proceeded to formally invite me to the Working Meeting in Skukuza, so that I could build a network for myself and our park. I got the “go ahead” from my boss, and here I am.

I am here mainly as an observer for the park. I am here to learn as much as I can, and to extend the parks network and to build on our reputation as a serious actor in the crocodile conservation world. Our park is fairly new in keeping crocodiles, so any information we can get out hands on will benefit us greatly.
The next few days I will be attending a series of symposiums, safaris, and social gatherings of the CSG. I will have the chance to meet some of the top names in the game, and listen in on discussions of current research and management trends.
Attending this conference will only scratch the surface of a vast field of science, but we all have to start somewhere.

I will update the blog with new and pictures as I get them (and get a proper wifi connection)



Holiday in a Flash

The last week has been colored by horrible weather reports and surprisingly good weather.

Dokkum and Corfu, Korfu, Kerkyra 2016 (444)

Exploring Korfu

According to every weather app available for Android phones it should have been raining the entire week we spent on Korfu. Luckily, things did not pan out the way the online meteorologists prophesized. We managed to get through the week with only one full day of rain. Most of the days started out with clouds or slight rain, but during the day the sun came out and made the island sparkle in greens and blues.
According to the locals on Korfu – or Kerkyra as the greeks calls it – is competing with Ireland for the title of “Greenest Island in Europe”. No matter where you go you will be in lush green wilderness or gardens, spattered with different colors of wild flowers. We spent our days chasing the sun and the sights on the island in a small rental car. Cars are almost a must on this island, as the busses seem to come as they please and only travel between the larger villages. We chose the provider with the best insurance policy possible as the Greeks drive like mad men. A small car is to prefer when you drive on Korfu, we got to experience that first hand. As we were ascending a hill with a 30% slope we met a huge truck barreling down the same hill. Luckily we managed to squeeze in to someone’s narrow driveway to let the truck pass. If you ever need a car that can fit two humans and their traveling gear, and you also need to be able to put that car in your pocket, I can recommend a Volkswagen UP!
No matter what route you follow, main- or side roads, you will run in to areas where two cars can barely pass. Quite often actually. Small cars are also easier to park, and when you are in Greece you should park like Greeks, anywhere the car fits. It is kinda like cats- if it fits, it sits. And the UP! fit most places on the island.

North by North-West

We spent our first days traveling north and west on the island. We were looking for anywhere we could soak up some sun before traveling back to the freezing temperatures of northern Europe. There are heaps of small bays and secret getaways around the north-east coast, and if you get out of your car to stroll along the roads you often come across small paths leading down to a beach or a rocky outpost. These are small fortresses of solitude, free from tourists and sounds of traffic.
Korfu has a long history and many sights that bear witness of that. There are a bunch of fortresses, castles, ruins, museums, archeological sites, and other attractions worth a visit. The Achilleon is a perfect example. Built by the empress of Austria between 1889 and 1891, it has served as the imperial family’s residence, as well as a casino for the rich and powerful. It is a magnificent building with marble columns, oil paintings and sculptures to add to its grandeur. Today it functions as a museum.
If you decide to travel along the small inland roads on Korfu you better be prepared to get lost. We bought a travel book and a decent map before we arrived on the island, but I have never been as lost as I was during this holiday. Regardless of a great map and a great navigator – Wendy – we could not seem to find the quickest or shortest route to any destination we decided on. But that did not really bother us as there are worse places to get lost. Getting lost on Korfu only gives you the opportunity to see all the cozy little villages and bays you would not get to see otherwise. And the island is only so large that if you do mess up, there is ALWAYS a sign pointing you towards the capitol.
Small side note; Do not trust the signs. Sometimes they point towards where you want to go, only to change direction at the next intersection. Sometimes the signs are only posted in Greek. Sometimes the signs only occur at one of the side-roads of an intersection. And other times the sign is just missing. If you are determined to not get lost I guess a navigation system is the safest bet – although I would not completely trust those either in Greece.

Zen – The Stalker

In addition to the cultural sights of the island, the island I also filled with street cats and dogs that stroll around without a leash. If you are not too concerned about hygiene and disease – or if you have had all possible shots – most of the animals are very comfortable with being fed and pet. Many will actually walk straight up to you and sit next to you on whatever you sit on. Now, do not be a fool and pet an animal you do not know, unless you and the animal feel comfortable about it. It is kinda like a date; Take it slow and give yourselves some time to develop a trusting relationship, then you can enjoy cuddles together. If you move too fast you might end up with something short and exciting that results in bite- and claw marks.

At the beach in Dassia, close to where we stayed, we met Zen. Zen is a dog that resembles a brown Labrador, except from his legs which are oddly short. Wendy wanted to rename him Odin (we have been watching Vikings lately), but we kept to his name that we found on the tag on his collar. He must be the strangest dog I have met. We were strolling along the beach when we met him. As soon as he saw us he started acting as if we were taking him for a walk, walking where we walked, sitting down where we sat. We passed a local tavern where the waiter explained that Zen was the beach dog, and that he spent his days strolling up and down the beach together with the tourists. He has a collar and a home, but the beach is his domain. Zen kept following us, and it all turned quite stalkerish. He stayed close, but not close enough to touch. He kept an eye on us, but we got no response if we called him. And when we were going home, he would not leave us alone. At one point it got so bad that we actually tried to outrun him. Yes, two humans trying to outrun and hide from the dog who is stalking them. To end his obsessive behavior, we had to come up with a plan to fool the little bugger. Wendy decided to lure him down an alley with an exit at the other end. In the meanwhile, I went and got the car. I am not proud of the next part of our plan, but it had to be done. As Zen was busy peeing on something, I rushed in and Wendy jumped into the car, then we rushed off, leaving the confused dog heading for some other hoomans. A surge of guilt crept over the both of us, but the guilt quickly resided when we saw him tailing a new mark. Guess we were not all that special after all.

Bad planning makes great memories

What we did not know when we booked our trip was that it was the Dutch May holiday and the Greek Orthodox Easter celebrations at the same time. As we were to fly out from Schiphol after visiting family our tickets were a lot pricier than if we had flown from Norway due to the holiday. When we landed we were informed that most of the shops would be closed for five out of the seven days we had on the island, all due to Easter and labor day perfectly landing on the same week. The only options for any shopping would be the over-priced tourist markets in the capitol, or the minimarket who sells beer and chips to the tourists. Lucky for us, we were more interested in seeing the island than shopping cheap leather and local kumquat liquor.
The main celebrations took place in the private homes of the Greeks, but we joined in on the public processions in the capitol on the Saturday after good Friday. The streets were packed with people. So packed that we did not really get to see the bones of the patron saint of Korfu. I tried to hold the camera high enough to catch some picture at least, but that only gave me the patron shiny head of some middle aged Greek guy. No luck there.
The processions in Korfu city holds a special place in Greek culture, and a lot of main land Greeks had taken the ferry to the island to get in on the festivities. We also met a whole bunch of Irish and British cars and tourists, most likely Orthodox who took the trip for the celebrations.
The procession in Korfu ends with a rather different ritual. The throwing of ceramic pots. When the main parade is over you can see red ceramic carafes and pots in almost every window surrounding the churches squares. The carafes and pots are filled with water, and when the bells ring at eleven they all throw them from the window and down to the excited crowds. My trusted camera-woman did not expect it to be as loud as it was, so most of the pictures became quite blurry or non-existent as she dove for cover. When all the ceramics have been thrown the crowds gather to pick up some pieces for god fortune. That we DID get a picture of.

It was quite the experience to hear the sound of falling pots travel through the city until it reached the square where we stood. If you ever travel to Greece during their Easter Celebrations I urge you to attend their celebration, it is something special.

All holiday’ed up

Our last days were spent driving the southern part of the island – which were pretty much dead due to the lack of tourists – and relaxing with our books. The weather worsened the last two days, which resulted in massages at one of the islands spas and a trip to Korfu city for some Easter lamb and shopping.
We also planned to go looking for some reptiles, but the cold weather put a stop to that. All I managed to catch in my lens were the blue-throated keeled lizard (Algyroides nigropunctatus), and not even that picture turned out any good. I did however spot a few cool birds, yet again, when I did not have my camera at hand…

Now we are packing our bags before we have to head to the bus to the airport tomorrow morning. We are flying Back to the Netherlands for a few days before we return to work and everyday life in Norway.
There are some things I will miss about Greece. The food, the winding roads to hidden beaches, the people, and Mittens. Mittens greeted us on our very first morning by joining us for breakfast. She would later join us for pretty much every meal or drink consumed at the hotel. Mittens is expecting a litter of kittens and is most likely due any day now – Oh, did I mention that Mittens is a cat? We have dubbed her our holiday-cat, and she is a precious one.
Even if we did not get all the sun and warmth we hoped for, we had a great holiday. Loads of memories and stories for family and friends are coming home with us.
If you ever consider traveling to the Greek islands I can assure you that will not regret choosing Korfu, especially if you enjoy some hiking and spending time in nature.





The Traveling Zookeeper

Seeing the world and experiencing other cultures is bound to impact you in some way. The next month I will be experiencing at least three different cultures. It is time for Ranger Joe to do some traveling!

There is no better way to learn about life than to see the world.



Tomorrow I will be heading south. My girl and I will be visiting my in laws to celebrate their 25th anniversary in the Netherlands. Not everyone manages to keep a marriage going that long today, so there is no surprise that I am proud of Petra and Ron. Gefeliciteerd!
But what kind of a holiday would it be if I did not visit another park? We cannot have that. I am going to Ouwehands Zoo in Rhenen to visit my colleague Dirk-Jan van der Kolk who is the zoological manager there. He has promised me a behind the scenes peek at one of the most rewarded and acknowledged zoos in all of Europe. I believe it is in its place for me to be slightly excited about that. And to get myself there, my loving schoonmoeder (mother ln law) has let me borrow her car. Did I mention that my other family is pretty rad too?

My plans are also to buy some t-shirts. Apparently my favorite t-shirts with animal prits are no longer wearable. After going through my t-shirt drawer I realized that I basically have four decent shirts left. No need to tell you that I am not a big shopper.


Snake Island

After seeing my in laws for a few days I am heading to the beautiful island of Korfu in Greece. Eight days in the Mediterranean. Filled with sun, shorts and diving. I am in need of a little break from work and mountain life, so I packed a suiting book to read while I am relaxing.


Of course I am bringing some proper literature! I need to boost my crocodile knowledge now that we have a crocodile land at the park.
Hopefully I will be able to persuade my girl to join me in a little herping session as well. According to sources online there should be pretty good conditions for some herping on Korfu. And one of the most venomous snakes in Europe, the Horn Nosed Viper (Vipera ammodytes), is supposed to be found on the island. No touch. Only capture “on film”. Other than the Horn Nosed Viper there should also be good possibilities to see some other – less dangerous -species of snakes as well, especially since their breeding season is ending soon and baby snakes should be emerging.
I have not yet google’ed my way to a park I wanna vistit at Korfu, but I promise to bring an update on that matter.
So my fingers are crossed for sun, snakes and sand in my crack.

Hello South Africa and Kruger National Park!

Ranger Joe is going to Africa! Just ten days after I return from my holiday I will be traveling to South Africa to attend the 24th biannual Working Meeting of the IUCN Crocodile Specialist Group. A collection of the best and brightest in crocodile research and management will be meeting in Skukuza, South Africa, to present and discuss recent trends in crocodile conservation and research. Amongst all these heroes of conservation you will be finding me.
It all started with me looking for a master’s assignment in biology working on crocodiles after my exchange to Australia. Some on and off correspondence with the chair of the IUCN CSG, then me asking if there was any way for me to volunteer all the way from Norway. I understand that working with crocs in a land that is frozen half of the year is a long shot, but hey, if you want it you need to grab it. Then one day I got an email where he invited me to fly down to Kruger national park to join their meeting and workshops.
So here I am. Just booked my tickets, and reading like crazy about crocodiles. Maybe one day my dream about a master’sin crocodile genetics will come true!

If I am lucky I will also have some time for a safari. I would love to have the chance to see a few of the big five. I even prematurely bought myself a new Sigma 150-500mm lense for the DSLR. That I am excited is a huge understatement. I actually cannot remember looking forward to anything as much as I am looking forward to attending this event!




My guess is that my nex few posts will be a few holiday posts with an update and some pictures. I will try my best to provide my readers with some exciting news and pictures of some cool animals as I travel around.

Until next time!




Thanks guys

Not only do I love my job. I live for it. Breathe for it.


This post is all about me bragging about my job. This time it is not me bragging about how much fun work is, or how much I enjoy hanging out with the animals. Todays post is about my colleagues. About the coolest, kindest and most dedicated group of people I have ever had the opportunity to work with.
Every day at work is a joyful experience with these guys. Waking up in the morning with sincere joy because I get to hang out with some of the coolest guys I know, thet is pretty awesome.
Of course we have hard times from time to time, and we do not always agree on everything, but that is just how people are. Everyone is different, and no matter the group you work with you will have to adapt.


I am just one of those lucky bastards who get to go to work every morning with a smile on my face and be greeted by another smile.
I have a crew of other zookeepers I can rely on, have fun with, and discuss important issues with. Several of them I consider my close personal friends.
I get to work with our interns who do a tremendous job. A group of danish girls who are eager to learn, and who take responsibility and initiative at work.
I get to work with our danish partner zoo and the guys who work there as crocodile keepers. I have learned more about crocodiles and reptiles from these guys in a few months than what I could ever do by myself.
I have a group of leaders who trust and support me in my job and my personal growth. A group of leaders – headed by our director – who are not only keeping the park afloat, but have also turned it from a money drain to a park which is actually profitable.

All in all I am a very lucky guy, and what I wanted to convey with this post is a great big “Thank you” to all of the guys at work who make my days fly by!

And the animals of course! They make my day great too.

When Bacon moved in

The past few weeks just flew by. I did not even have time to be bored. Not even once!


“Do you dare hold a snake?”

I am a huge fan of having some time to be bored. Whether it is over a boring task, or just for some time to think, I need some down time to function. It is not like I love to be lazy, not at all. I spend my down time relaxing, thinking and planning (not that my plans are all that magnificent due to my “private down time”), trying to figure out…. Well, stuff..
But the last few weeks just disappeared, and that means that I have not been thinking for a full week, barely functioning.

Living with royalty

As I am writing I am also looking at a pig who is cuddling up against my heater. Yes, a pig. His name is Bacon – or to be exact – Sir Francis Bacon. He is a miniature pig who belongs to my colleague. When she went on a holiday I became the dad of a three-month old miniature vacuum cleaner. All day he walks around with his nose to the ground, picking up whatever the real vacuum cleaner missed.
What I have learned from this experience? You need a lot of patience if you want to get a pet pig. House training a pig is quite a challenge, these guys are some stubborn little bastards. He will look you straight in the eye and make unload a puddle of pee capable of drowning a medium sized city. Then he will stand back and  watch as you clean it up. And cleaning up pee seems to be my main task this week. With someone the size of an American football who pees quantities only matched by the Victoria falls, the paper towls are applied in an unsustainable rate.
He pees a bit more on the floor, plays a bit with his ball, and the keels over next to the heater for a nap. Being a piggy parent is hard work, but usually very delightful.
No day is never the same when you work in a zoo!

To school or not to school?

Last week we had performance and development discussions at the zoo. After my chat with the coordinator at the park I started thinking about ways to develop my career and my skill set. Now I am back to researching my options for further studies. I would like to find a relevant study which I can do while I work at the zoo. A proper online study or a study that requires me to do most of the work from home would be perfect.
Then there is the field of study. Should I do economics? Or management? Or communications? Or more biology? Conservation maybe?
No matter what I land on, I want it to be relevant for me and my future career. No matter what I decide on, I want to contribute to helping animals in some way. Some people who I call my friends tell me that the best way for me to help the animals is to stop talking to them, like I am some kind of maniac…
I guess I have some thinking to do.

Now the laws just have to change

Getting reptiles at the park has been a dream come true.
My story with reptiles has been as follows; I loved them as a kid. I knew loads of species by common and scientific name, I knew where they lived, what they ate, and how the functioned. Then I grew up and became deathly afraid of them. Seeing them as the creepiest and scariest animals out there. When I actually became an adult – which is often under discussion – I found back to some of my childhood fascination for these magnificent animals.
After working with them for a few weeks I cannot stop myself from wanting reptiles as pets. Too bad they are illegal in Norway… Oh yes…
In 1977 a law was passed that banned reptiles as pets in Norway. The fear of ecological disaster and poor animal welfare are key arguments for maintaining the law. The enthusiasts on the other hand, are working hard to re-legalize reptiles as pets. My own position on the matter is colored by the fact that I am fascinated by snakes ad reptiles. I want them to be legalized so that I can keep them myself. Monitor lizards and corn snakes has to be the most perfect animals to keep.

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But for now I have the pig. And a girlfriend who is not snake compatible. I managed her to get used to living with a filthy zookeper though, so I am clinging to a hope that she will warm up to reptiles one day as well.

Until I decide to write again… Cheers


PS: I am considering writing a “species of the week” column. It is not a promise, but it would help me update a bit more often 🙂

Life of a zookeeper

It is dark. The wind is howling and wet snow is whipping against a face. The rumbling sound of a quad breaks the morning silence. Large blue buckets filled with vegetables and grains rattle against each other in a metal bin attached on the front of the quad.
A squeal can be heard in the distance. Two large hairy creatures are eagerly waiting in the distance.
The sound of the quad dies down and she squealing intensifies. The Hungarian woolen pigs are a noble breed of – well, wooly pigs. Selma and Ulla (Wooly) greets the zookeeper and their breakfast with childish enthusiasm.
No matter how harsh the weather is, the feeling of being greeted with cuddles and happy squeals makes any day a sunny one.
This is a day in the life of a zookeeper.


The Zookeeper

I imagine that no matter which zookeeper you follow for a day – at least a good one –  would say somewhat the same thing; “I’m not doing it for the money, I am doing it for the animals.”
Zookeepers are a special breed of humans. They are the ones that get up early, skipping breakfast to feed others. The ones who shower when the day is done, not when it starts. A breed of humans where no one is bothered when the lunchtime conversation steers toward the texture of today’s animal poop.
Few zookeepers become rich. That is kind of a lie though. Because although zookeepers generally do not make a lot of money, they earn quantities of life points. When I say life points, I mean experiences. Zookeepers get to experience the responsibility of caring for another life. They often get to work with species most people will never ever see with their own eyes. They get to talk to people and communicate their own passion for animals and nature. My favorite part of the job is to watch when a child connects with an animal, watch as their fear of handling a snake turns in to enthusiasm, or see a child smile as the moose willingly grabs a carrot from their little hands. That is when I realize how much I love my job.

No two days are ever the same

If you ever get to experience a day as a zookeeper there is no one you can turn to who can tell you exactly how your day is going to turn out. But there are some general routines that follow the job.
I will take you through a day in my life as a zookeeper.
At the park where I work we always start our day with a morning meeting. Here we discuss the daily tasks, employee issues and keep everyone up to date on the state of our resident animals. After the daily tasks have been distributed we all go to work. First on the agenda is always to check our vehicles and equipment to make sure that there is nothing wrong with them, and that they are safe. Then we start our main task which is bringing the animals their breakfast.

While feeding the animals we also check their physical and mental state. Checking their body language, their physical attributes, and their mood. We spend some time with the animals where we socialize and train them. Mental stimuli are one of the key tasks a zookeeper has when working with the animals. Keeping animals is more than just feeding them and shoveling poop – even though shoveling poop is quite time consuming daily task – making sure the animals are thriving mentally as well is as important as feeding them.

After breakfast we start preparing their next meal. Some animals eat several times a day, others only feed a few times a week.

When the park opens for visitors, the zookeepers enter a new role. We are no longer animal waiters, now we also double as entertainers. We have a series of daily talks and shows for the audience. Being a zookeeper gives you a chance of reaching out to an audience of young and old with your own passion for animals. The tricky part is to actually spread that enthusiasm. Whenever I speak to the audience I imagine myself as a virus. A virus with a goal. And the goal is to infect every host cell with enthusiasm and love for the wonders of the natural world.

When the park closes and the visitors head out through the same doors they entered earlier in the day, the zookeepers still work.
We make sure all the animals have everything they need, we talk to them for a bit, and then we leave them alone to do whatever animals do at night.

Work never really feels like work

If you would ever ask me how work was, I would usually give a response in the line of “Did not really work. I cuddle and feed animals, then I talk to people, two of my favorite tasks. I can’t really call that work.”.
This job is right up my alley. I love that I have a job where I can spend time outdoors and close to animals, I get to spread my knowledge and enthusiasm, and I have a job that is somewhat related to my education – a rare thing for biology bachelors in Norway. Sometimes I am actually baffled that someone pays me to do this. I get payed – not millions, but I get payed – to do what I love. I am one of those weird people who can settle for a comfortable life as long as I get to do the thing I love. I do not need millions in my account – although… – I do not need a mansion in the city, what I need is food on my table, something to write on, someone to speak with, and animals in my life. Right now I have all of those AND I live in a cabin in the mountains a hundred yards from the entrance to the zoo. Lucky man!

My advice to anyone considering a career in zookeeping is this; Do not think for a second that all we do is cuddle animals (even if I might have lead you on that path), running a zoo is hard work, every day of the year. Christmas morning? Out shoveling poop. New year’s eve? Carrying sacks of grain and food. Your birthday? Watching over the animals. How about a nice long summer holiday? Nah, that is high season and all hands on deck in this business.
This job is hard work with walking, jumping, lifting, speaking, and all sorts of activities. It WILL leave you physically and emotionally drained from time to time. But for the ones who are cut out to do this, there is no better job.

If you ever get the option of working in a zoo, I would definitely say “Go for it”



Crocodile dunJoe

The crocodiles have arrived! They finally pulled in to our drive way around five PM last night – well, the Danes who drove them up were driving, but you already got that.

Selfies are a must

The road from Danmark
After driving from Denmark and having spendt hours in customs waiting for their papers to be approved, they arrived.
Three hour later than expected – thank you Norwegian customs – but they arrived

The guys from Krokodille Zoo who brought them up were very efficient,
and all 30 crocs were in their enclosures after about two hours. All allive and healthy.

Now the real work begins
Now my days as CrocodileJoedee starts. We are lucky enough to have three of the zookeepers from Krokodille Zoo at our disposal the coming few months. They are here to train us and make sure that everything goes smoothly.


Better get to work then!



Teeth and Scales

A hiss to my left!
A long slender body slithers across the wood chips and comes to rest on top of a pile of bones by the base of the totem pole.
A deep murmur to my right!
Five sets of jaws filled with glistening razor sharp teeth clasp together in excitement. Strong scaly bodies pile up around the feeding arena. An arena finished only a few days ago. 
Come Monday, this will be my everyday life.
Some new tenants are moving in to the park.


The time is upon us!

The past few months our park have been a construction site. Sawing, hammering, and cursing throughout the days and even in to the small hours.
Only two more days and our new residents will arrive. Their home needs to be ready by then. No day is rest day anymore. Sundays and Tuesdays are treated the same. The housing needs to be ready, no matter the cost.
This Monday – the fourteenth of March 2016 – more than thirty scaly guests are moving in to their custom made apartments.
It needs to be perfect. The new tenants are a picky bunch. The right floors, the right colors, and the right materials. All to satisfy their needs.
It is hot and humid on site. It needs to be. The heat has been cranked up to please the tenants. By Monday it should be close to 30 degrees celsius and a whopping 90% humidity.
Tropical plants are being planted, walls are being painted, glass is being installed, and safety routines are being established.
Not only are the new guys a picky bunch, they are potentially quite dangerous as well.

Who is moving in?

The Bear Park – where I work – is a seasonal zoo. This means that we are open to the public during summer and closed during winter. Our main attraction has been our amazing bears for the last twenty-one years. When they go in for their winter sleep, our park falls in to winter sleep as well. When the bears emerge from their dens after months of well-deserved sleep, we open our park to the public again.
This year we will open our park with the unveiling of our latest attraction – Krokodilleland/ Crocodile land.
Crocodile land will be the largest crocodile exhibit in Norway upon opening. With more than thirty crocodiles from four different species.

Cuban crocodile – Crocodylus rhombifer
New Guinea crocodile – Crocodylus novaeguinea
American alligator – Alligator mississippiensis
Broad snouted caiman – Caiman latirostris

In addition to the crocs we are also welcoming a female anaconda (Eunectes murinus) and four Aldabra tortoises (Geochelones gigantea). Some handling snakes are also moving in, but they are not arriving until Wednesday.

Crocodiles in Norway

I have gotten a lot of questions in regards to our new exhibit. Mostly positive, some negative. Almost all of them boiling down to “Why crocodiles?” or something similar.
I have answered all of these inquiries with the same responses.
Crocodiles are an apex predator who are an important part of an ecosystem in balance. If the apex predator disappear, major shifts in the ecosystem may occur. We need the biggest and baddest to keep nature at bay.

“Ok, so we need the big predators. But why in the Bear Park? Why in Norway? We do not have any crocodiles, and barely any reptiles.”
Because as Norwegians grow up with no knowledge of reptiles, the fear of them increase. We have no understanding of them and very few places to seek out knowledge of these fascinating animals. This is why it is so important to display theme at our park. To help bridge the gap and create an understanding that these are animals worth conserving. Give People a positive experience with reptiles. Create love, not hate, for these magnificent animals. After all, crocodiles outlived dinosaurs! They surely deserve some cred for that.
We need to get Norwegians on board as well if we are going to have a chance of saving the remaining populations of crocodilians.

We could not have done it without some help

Building a crocodile exhibit of this size from scratch is not something one do very often. Therefor we needed some help from some experts. We have had a close Collaboration with Krokodille Zoo in Denmark and the IUCN Crocodile Specialist Group.
Krokodille Zoo is the only zoo in the world who have all 23 species of crocodilians on display, and one of the leading centers for crocodile husbandry and breeding.
The Crocodile Specialist Group is a collection of specialists from different fields, working together to ensure the survival of crocodilians. There are biologists, wildlife managers, farmers, goverment officials, and heaps of other representatives who have dedicated their lives to fighting for those who have no voice.

Having two hard hitting institutions like these backing us is alpha and omega to ensure that we deliver a high quality Product to our visitors and our animals.

Soooooo.. Only Two more days, and I will be able to put my hands on some of the oldes living relics on the planet. A Group of animals who have preceeded humans on Earth with more than 200million years.

Excited? You bet I am!





Sharp Tongue and Soft Wool

Ever since I signed my contract as a full time zookeeper my life has been in a craze. I get up in the morning and I just do stuff all day. Lately my life have been pulled in every direction. And I have never felt better.


The kids in my class are pretty charming. “Joe, Can I get an A+?”

So this happened the last few weeks.

I taught science at the local high School.
I taught Scientific Communications at the University of Oslo.
I was given the responsibility of training two alpacas at the park.
I have been writing fun facts about crocodiles and visitor information for the new section of the Bear Park.
My girlfriend moved in. She came all the way from the Netherlands to live with a weird zookeeper in a cabin in the Woods of Norway.
I resigned from my job as an editor 😦
Wrote an article about the dwindling education quality at the University of Oslo.
Had a meeting with the faculty of mathematics and natural sciences at the University of Oslo about my article.
Wrote a follow-up article about the educational system of Norway.
Got published on one of the biggest online news sites in Norway.
Got trolled by some professors on twitter (@joepartyka btw).
And lastly, started to paint the cabin again.
That was a short summary of my last two weeks.
In between all of that I have been considering the option of getting myself a dog again. I realized that I might need a hobby – other than writing. Having a partner who can help me develop as a person – and help me mellow down from time to time – does not sound like a bad idea. Well, all in good time.

Teeth and scales

As I am writing this post I am having a short break from writing fun facts about crocodiles. It is only 18 days until 30 crocodiles move in to our brand new reptile facility, and only 23 days until the park re-opens for the 2016 season. Before we open we need everything to be on point. That means that the animals need to be accustomed to their new environment (they are arriving from a zoo in Denmark), all the signs and information needs to be ready and in place (one of my responsibilities), my presentation needs to be ready to “wow” the audience, and I need to get used to handling reptiles.
As the time closes in, the exhibit is taking form. This thing is going to be super cool to work in!
In addition to Reading up on reptiles, I am scouring the internet for tips to how I am supposed to train alpacas. I have worked with dogs, but camelids seems to be a Whole different story. Luckily I have a team of knowledgeable colleagues to help me if I get stuck.
The next few weeks are probably going to be super thrilling and exciting. I am going to be so disappointed if they are not.

Struck a nerve

Uten navn
Writing articles which criticize people of power can be pretty grueling when they start answering you and troll you on social media. After I criticized the Norwegian professors and university leaderships for letting the quality of higher education in Norway deflate like a week old party balloon, I had a few angry scholars messaging me on twitter. It is pretty obvious that when they attack what they see as low quality writing instead of my argument, I must have hit a nerve. Apparently I am a spoiled, stupid, lucky brat.
And it is pretty obvious that I was a bad student, rather than the professors suck at lecturing.
Mostly I got good feedback though, so I am very happy that the article has opened up a discussion among academics and scholars.
Now I hope that this might have a kind of snow ball effect.

And if anyone reads my article AND this post; It is not my intention to say that every professor at Norwegian universities are horrible lecturers. Far from it. There are some lecturers who are spearheading their field in both research and teaching. My point is that the problem of low quality education is big enough for an open discussion among students and scholars.

What to expect

The next few weeks will mostly be filled with more crocodile and snake stuff. Both writing for fun facts and the arrival of our new inhabitants. Luckily we have the help of Marc and Andreas from Krokodille Zoo in Denmark, as well as the IUCN Crocodile Specialist Group.
The exhibit we are building is actually going to be the largest crocodile exhibit in Norway. That is pretty darn cool


Until next time

Cheers Joe