Author Archives: Anja Kolb-Kokocinski
The second part of our adventure starts.
After six years we are finally back in Samboja Lestari to work for the Orangutans and sunbears.
Continue readingMy Seal River Lodge diary – Day 4 – 8th September 2017
Tired but happy faces on our last day at Seal River lodge.
Continue readingMy Seal River Lodge diary – Day 3 – 7th September 2017
New day, new adventures. The weather might have been a bit rough during our boat trip, but all this was forgotten when the night sky treated us to a wonderful Northern light show.
Continue readingMy Seal River Lodge diary – Day 2 – 6th September 2017
Day two of our tundra adventure. Two wolf sightings made this day really special. And if this isn't enough, there are always Sik Sik around to cheer you up.
Continue readingMy Seal River Lodge diary – Day 1 – 5th September 2017
A very exciting first day at Seal River Lodge. Seeing the tundra without snow is a great experience and having a sleeping polar bear at your doorstep is just the best thing ever.
Continue readingArctic safari
We are back in Polar bear country. Yes, we are here to see Polar bears (and various other wildlife) and No, there is no snow!
Continue readingNo Pressure
We finally made it out to the Nanuk Lodge. Being at such a remote location really feels slighlty surreal. And even if we didn't see what we came here to see, we had a wonderful time. I wish I could have stayed there much longer...
Continue readingThe Thompson saga
Sometimes things don’t go to plan. During our last trip to Canada we had an unplanned extended “layover” in Thompson. When things like this happen you can either give up or make it into another kind of adventure.
Continue readingDay two in Thompson, Manitoba
It didn't really cross my mind that we would not make it to Nanuk as planned. Well, here we are now, stuck in Thompson, with a big storm on its way to hit us.
Continue readingThe call of the ice
We're going back to polar bear country and are hoping to experience some of nature's best moments.
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