So long, Australia

When you read this I will be in the air. I’ll probably have forgotten that you will read this, and am immersed in the third comedy of the 23-hour flight. So I want to take this opportunity, here at the airport, to tell you that I once again had to say goodbye.

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Goodbyes don’t get easier. It’s a lie people tell you to make you worry less about it. I’m leaving Sydney soon and have had an amazing time in Australia. I’ve spent my last days on a farm two hours outside of the main city, with an Australian family I had never met before. A friend of my family recently reconnected with a friend she hadn’t talked to in 23 years (Facebook is actually good for something), and when that friend was told about me, she invited me to stay with her family. A little bit nervous, but mostly excited, I figured so what if I couldn’t get a refund on my hotel, and hopped on a train.

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The family was unbelievably welcoming. Can you imagine taking in a stranger, on the word of a friend you haven’t spoken to in 23 years? They taught me how to milk a cow and let me bottle feed their lamb (Two firsts for me!!). They took me in as if they had known me for years, and yesterday evening, watching Eurovision I found myself thinking how strange it was – that I could feel so at home in a house I’ve only been for two days. I realized that it was because here, at the other side of the world, I had found a family that in so many ways reminded me of my own. Their father gives them silly nicknames, they go crazy while playing games, and they argue until they laugh.

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I’ll have to leave soon now. So goodbye Australia. Goodbye my friends and fellow wildlife volunteers in Cairns. Goodbye busy and beautiful Sydney, and the wonderful family that took me in. Goodbye, goodbye. I have to say it many times, because when I get on that plane I won’t say it. I will turn my head and watch the city disappear and whisper “So long, mate, I’ll be back.”

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Dreams do come true ❤

The Crocodile Attack

“Are you sure it’s a good idea that I do this?” I look nervously from the people that enter the crocs’ enclosure to the two “freshies”.
“It’s allright mate, the protectors will be watching too. Just keep an eye on them for now. If they open their mouth halfway, spread their feet out-”
“Like that?” I point to the biggest of the freshwater crocodiles.
“Yeah, that’s their attack stance. Now watch, and if they makes a move, yell.”

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They might not be very large, but trust me, their teeth are.

I was standing on the other side of a thick,tall glasswall, yet I jumped, seriously I really jumped, when they attacked. I never saw it coming. Suddenly they lunged forward, splashing me in the face with dirty water, and went for the rakes the protectors were holding. I knew crocodiles are fast, but not like this. Some spotter I am, right?

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This green rake sadly didn’t make it…

I’ve learned a lot about crocodiles since I came to Australia. At first I thought it was a joke that they have three eyelids, but what do you know, they do! I can finally remember the difference between them and alligators and have advanced to knowing the difference between freshwater crocodiles and saltwater (the later is bigger and more territorial). I didn’t expect to be working this closely with them when I started my volunteer program, but I have found that they are amongst the most interesting animals that I deal with on a daily basis. I also have a newfound respect for them, and Crocodile Dundee for that matter. Never will I ever forget what this sign means:

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Underestimating crocodiles might be the last thing you ever do. So don’t.

Holding a Snake

“The worst thing it can do is bite you.”
“That sounds pretty bad to me” I watch the snake that hisses from my coordinator’s shoulders. “What happens if it does?”
He shrugs “You’ll probably go: “auch!” ” He simulates a horrified expression, waves his arms and laughs at himself. “But hey, no worries, I’ll keep this one; you clean the enclosure. Great deal.”
I look from the greenish snake to the tools, and back again. I smile “hand it over”.

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Shit, shit, shit. Don’t look at it, don’t look at it.

The snake is smooth and cold. It coils around me. For some reason I expected it to be slimey, but it wasn’t. “Okay, push the head back if you feel it gets too close to your face, yeah like that.”
“So is this one of the snakes you have because it showed up in someone’s bathroom?”
“You mean like the croc that showed up in someone’s pool? No, this one we have to teach our visitors the difference between dangerous snakes and really dangerous snakes.”
“In which categor-”
“But alrightie, all done. Here, I’ll take that. You said something about hoping to take a selfie with a kangaroo, right? I’ll show ya.”

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Once in a lifetime, once in a lifetime.

Australia: First Impressions

Strangely, the first thing I noticed about Australia was the Asians. As I walked around Sydney’s airport they were everywhere. I didn’t think too much of it at first, but then I noticed that several of the signs are translated to chinese and japanese. Suddenly it made sense that the last meal we were served before landing was sushi. Arriving in Cairns, Queensland, several hours later, I’m not sure it I expected less of them, but I certainly didn’t expect more. However, they were around every corner, present at every store, and audible at every attraction. Why has it never occurred to me before that a lot of Asians travel to Australia? Were there Asians in Crocodile Dundee? It makes total sense now, when thinking about it – they are quite close; why wouldn’t they go?

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The second thing that hit me, was the heat. It’s almost winter in this part of the world, but it is still much warmer than Scandinavia in summer. Lucky for me the humidity has decreased drastically since summer, making it less likely to happen tropical cyclones. The humidity these days only makes it feel warmer, although in my opinion it would be hot enough without it.

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Thank goodness for pools!

Now, this is where this post goes from a general Australia first impressions, to a specific Cairns and volunteer project first impressions. The hostel I’m staying at is nice; we have a pool, a large kitchen and helpful people at the reception (I would know as I already have had to change my keycard three times!). I live with four other volunteers (all Danish girls) and a random woman from Switzerland. It can be noisy in the evening, which definitely is a downside, especially the German guys playing beer pong every night have a tendency for being loud.

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Welcome to my home for my next four weeks!

The project itself seems fun and different from the project I did in Namibia. We’re talking Koala’s, Kangaroo’s, crocodiles and other Australian animals. My job is to clean the enclosures, prepare food, and in general help out where it is needed. We work from 9 am to 4 pm and have two days off a week (remember i had none last time?) This leaves us plenty of time to explore the areas around the three locations we work at: Rainforestation, the Butterfly Sanctuary and the Dome. I haven’t been to the two last ones yet, but Rainforestation has friendly staff and an awesome rainforest.

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PS: sorry for the mishap earlier!

Traveling the Globe to Help Animals

Good morning/day/evening/ everyone! I have some exciting news! Today I am joined by a blogger I have recently interacted a lot with, she has been published several times and is a self-proclaimed comedian. Yes, she is definitely worth checking out!

Hello, blogging world! My name is Stacey Venzel and I write a lifestyle blog at Just Another Adventure, with posts on animals, travel, recipes and more! I am happy to share with Ragnhild an interest in animals and the world. As a zoologist with an equal love of both animals and travel, I have forged opportunities for myself that combine these passions. From Ohio to Texas and Florida and as far-reaching as Ecuador and Mexico, I’ve dotted the globe with animals at my side.

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My animal travels started in my geographic roots in Ohio — “the heart of it all” — where I worked mostly with domestic animals, from pet sitting to shadowing dog trainers to running fundraising and scheduling volunteers for a local Humane Society. My interest in exotics led me to shadow at the Toledo Zoo on occasion, too.

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The summer of my third year at university, I immersed myself in the primitive culture of the Amazon rainforest, embracing the jungle life with roaming mischievous monkeys and a faithful trumpet bird. I spent my days making oatmeal ball treats for two orphaned woolly monkeys, occasionally getting ambushed by a released free-roaming one-eyed capuchin, aptly named “Huahuasupay,” which means little devil in the tribal Quecha tongue. I flung meat into the ocelot pen, wrapping it in a leaf because my vegetarian heart still had a hard time dealing with the natural cycle of life for these primal beasts. I squished bananas and chopped lettuce for the abandoned tortoises and searched for the caimans hiding beneath the water’s surface. I marveled at a capybara’s swimming abilities. I admired the symbiotic relationship of leaf cutter ants and fungi. I syringe-fed a baby anteater at night while avoiding tarantulas, scorpions and giant cockroaches like the plague.

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In Texas, I spent six months sequestered in the rolling desert of the Texas Hill Country, falling asleep to the roar of a retired zoo lion in the distant corners of 200+ acreage wildlife rescue center. I bottle-fed orphaned opossums, squirrels, skunks and raccoons. I made gruel for hungry baby birds that needed fed every hour of daylight. I assisted an injured duck with water therapy and watched a baby goat learn to head butt. I boiled rats and butchered a horse in humid, unventilated conditions to practice the cycle of life for the carnivores big cats and snakes. I learned how to shear sheep.

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Spending four years in Florida, I rescued sea turtles from boat hits and lobster trap entanglements. I nurtured hatchlings back to full strength for life in the daunting wide open sea. I removed tapeworms from an endangered snake and observed parasites under the microscope. I rolled a sick 600-pound Galapagos tortoise on its side to properly administer fluids. I drew blood from an iguana and took care of three-legged dogs and cats. I fostered a guinea pig.

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Mexico taught me to face my fears with an immersion therapy of sorts when I held a scorpion and tarantula, then let the tarantula crawl on me. I even ate a cricket. But even after facing my fears, I still jump when I see a big spider. I did, however, wrangle a venomous snake.

Through my globetrotting and animal adventures, I was able to combine my appreciation of culture with my work in conservation. This has fueled a fire in me to merge my many passions, a road that has led me to write a book on turtles and perform on-stage in a science-theatre production. I’ve even started educating people about the environment on my Instagram account: @staceyvenzel.

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What have I learned from my traveling animal escapes? I’ve learned that it is possible to follow your dreams… but you might get pooped on by a monkey somewhere along the way.

Thank you, Stacey, for reminding us that it actually is possible to follow our dreams all around the globe. They might be scary and challenging at times, but definitely worth it anyway. For more adventures from this amazing traveler, and at the moment a guest post from me, vistit her blog Just Another Adventure!

P.S. All photos for this post are copyright of Stacey, Just Another Adventure.

P.P.S If you would like the oppertunity to do a guest post on my blog, or like me to do one on yours, contact me at ragnhild0@hotmail.com

How to survive extreme heat

“Isn’t it very warm in Cairns, Australia now? I heard it’s warmer on that side.”

I get this a lot when I tell people about my upcoming volunteer trip. However, I’m visiting when it’s almost winter, so it’s “only” going to be 20-30 Celsius. The temperature on my last project, in Namibia, was much higher, averaging between 35 and 45 Celsius, but going on 50 on the warmest days. How do you survive this? Work in it? Well, I don’t know about you, but here’s how I did it:

1. Keep hydrated. Keep one two bottles of water with you at all times when you don’t have a place to refill nearby. Consider using thermoses instead of the regular plastic ones, as they can keep your water cool. In addition remember to drink before you’re thirsty, you need more water in a hot enviornment – drink regularly.

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2. Avoid caffeine and alcohol. They have diuretic effect which increases water loss and contributes to dehydration. Take a bath instead.

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3. Do like the locals and stay inside (or at least in the shade) when the sun is the strongest: 12 pm – 3 pm. Go out early or late. Work smarter instead of harder.

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4. Food = Energy. Eat fresh fruit and nuts to help replenish the electrolytes (i.e., “salts” such as sodium, chloride, potassium). lost through sweat. Try to keep your meals light and balanced, if they are large they take more work to digest which will increase your temperature.

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5. Cover up. Use sunblock on all exposed skin, and don’t give in to the temptation to wear as little as possible. When the temperature is high and humidity is low, sweating may not be noticeable because it evaporates quickly. Therefore remain clothed to avoid direct sun on your skin and to reduce your body’s water loss to evaporation. Lightweight and lightly colored clothes of natural fabrics such as linen, cotton, and hemp are good choices to keep comfortable.

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6. Better safe than sorry. Take a couple of minutes to look up the signs of heat cramps, heat exhaustion and heat stroke. No one ever plans for something to go wrong, but often it does anyway, so plan ahead. If it doesn’t help you, then it just might help someone else.

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Good luck everyone, and stay safe in the summer heat!

Baby Cheetahs bite

So soft, so small, so adorable!! And yet, so sharp teeth…

Sorry for the radiosilence guys, I’ve been trying to adapt to being back in Europe. Where’s my 50 degrees? Where is my beautiful African Savannah?

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Namibia ❤

Oh well, one can’t be a volunteer forever. I love going through some of the videoes I took when I was at Harnas Wildlife Foundation; this is one of my favorites! I hope you love this baby cheetah as much as me:)

My Caracal Friends

They seem like cats, but can kill 20 sheep in one night. People call them evil (because they don’t eat all their kills), but if you had heard them purr – you would argue otherwise.

We have a lot to do here at Harnas. Volunteering is not a vacation. These last days I have been on foodprep, which means that I have been cutting vegetables, seperating donkeymeat from the donkey’s bones and fur, and been feeding the animals. The adult cheetahs are by far the coolest animals to feed. They get up on a platform and eat from bowls we hold in front of them.

After foodprep we have animal interaction. There are many animals you can interact with, and my favorites this far are the two caracals; Bonnie and Jesse. They’re lazy and love to sleep, but sometimes they’re also playful and can keep going for what seems like forever – in 45 degrees (celsius). I like to sit with them and read. They lay down beside me and want me to pet them. It’s surreal, but brings a calm I have never experienced before. One you can only achive in the quiet purr of a wild, but friendly, animal that enjoys your company as much as you enjoy his.

I hope everyone is having a great week, and if you have any questions, about Harnas, volunteering, or anything – feel free to ask!

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Caracals spooning ❤

P.S. Okay, I’ll admit it, almost as much as I enjoy their company…