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Invasive species: Civilians rapidly joining world’s northernmost Pokémon Go militia to catch new intruderspokemonlongyearbyen

Invasive species: Civilians rapidly joining world’s northernmost Pokémon Go militia to catch new intruders

By Mark Sabbatini on July 17, 2016
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Some intruder left some extremely bizarre (and probably toxic) items at the coal miner statue in the town center and Elene Nilsen is determined to catch ’em all.

Nilsen 22, who by day is a mild-mannered receptionist at the Radisson Blu Polar Hotel, is among the small but rapidly growing citizen militia participating in countering perhaps the worse pollution and invasive species problem in Svalbard ever. At the statue, she pulls out a small space-age device and directs a beam toward the debris that seems equally invisible to the tourists passing by obliviously.

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Mark Sabbatini

I'm a professional transient living on a tiny Norwegian island next door to the North Pole, where once a week (or thereabouts) I pollute our extreme and pristine environment with paper fishwrappers decorated with seemingly random letters that would cause a thousand monkeys with a thousand typewriters to die of humiliation. Such is the wisdom one acquires after more than 25 years in the world's second-least-respected occupation, much of it roaming the seven continents in search of jazz, unrecognizable street food and escorts I f****d with by insisting they give me the platonic tours of their cities promised in their ads. But it turns out this tiny group of islands known as Svalbard is my True Love and, generous contributions from you willing, I'll keep littering until they dig my body out when my climate-change-deformed apartment collapses or they exile my penniless ass because I'm not even worthy of washing your dirty dishes.
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Pokéing around: The unedited diary of the world’s northernmost Pokémon Go kingpin (for a day or two)pokemonking

Pokéing around: The unedited diary of the world’s northernmost Pokémon Go kingpin (for a day or two)

By Mark Sabbatini on July 17, 2016
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The following is a guest column by Christian Thorensen (a.k.a. Whiteout666)

I found out about the game late last Friday night (from my cousin) and on Saturday morning I installed the game to see what it was about – I was simply curious. (I used to play Pokémon Red way back – starting at age 11.)

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Mark Sabbatini

I'm a professional transient living on a tiny Norwegian island next door to the North Pole, where once a week (or thereabouts) I pollute our extreme and pristine environment with paper fishwrappers decorated with seemingly random letters that would cause a thousand monkeys with a thousand typewriters to die of humiliation. Such is the wisdom one acquires after more than 25 years in the world's second-least-respected occupation, much of it roaming the seven continents in search of jazz, unrecognizable street food and escorts I f****d with by insisting they give me the platonic tours of their cities promised in their ads. But it turns out this tiny group of islands known as Svalbard is my True Love and, generous contributions from you willing, I'll keep littering until they dig my body out when my climate-change-deformed apartment collapses or they exile my penniless ass because I'm not even worthy of washing your dirty dishes.
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Bear of a trip: Mother polar bear and cubs force participants in governor’s annual cleanup cruise to fleetrashcruisebears

Bear of a trip: Mother polar bear and cubs force participants in governor’s annual cleanup cruise to flee

By Mark Sabbatini on July 17, 2016
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An undeniably trashy trip had an exciting ending as participants in The Governor of Svalbard’s annual cleanup cruise had to flee a beach when a polar bear family waddled nearby.

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Mark Sabbatini

I'm a professional transient living on a tiny Norwegian island next door to the North Pole, where once a week (or thereabouts) I pollute our extreme and pristine environment with paper fishwrappers decorated with seemingly random letters that would cause a thousand monkeys with a thousand typewriters to die of humiliation. Such is the wisdom one acquires after more than 25 years in the world's second-least-respected occupation, much of it roaming the seven continents in search of jazz, unrecognizable street food and escorts I f****d with by insisting they give me the platonic tours of their cities promised in their ads. But it turns out this tiny group of islands known as Svalbard is my True Love and, generous contributions from you willing, I'll keep littering until they dig my body out when my climate-change-deformed apartment collapses or they exile my penniless ass because I'm not even worthy of washing your dirty dishes.
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Random weirdness for the week of July 12, 2016icewaterguys

Random weirdness for the week of July 12, 2016

By Mark Sabbatini on July 17, 2016
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Svalbard Bryggeri may have generated most of the buzz during the past year when it comes to local liquids, but the frozen chosen dudes in the photo above managed to make some folks woozy by selling (yes, lots of people are actually buying it) local glacier water at for 300 kroner for a 750ml bottle (tip: you’d need to bring a few for this hike).

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Mark Sabbatini

I'm a professional transient living on a tiny Norwegian island next door to the North Pole, where once a week (or thereabouts) I pollute our extreme and pristine environment with paper fishwrappers decorated with seemingly random letters that would cause a thousand monkeys with a thousand typewriters to die of humiliation. Such is the wisdom one acquires after more than 25 years in the world's second-least-respected occupation, much of it roaming the seven continents in search of jazz, unrecognizable street food and escorts I f****d with by insisting they give me the platonic tours of their cities promised in their ads. But it turns out this tiny group of islands known as Svalbard is my True Love and, generous contributions from you willing, I'll keep littering until they dig my body out when my climate-change-deformed apartment collapses or they exile my penniless ass because I'm not even worthy of washing your dirty dishes.
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Briefs from Svalbardposten for the week of July 12, 2016minetourism

Briefs from Svalbardposten for the week of July 12, 2016

By Mark Sabbatini on July 17, 2016
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Private companies question Store Norske’s tourism plans
Store Norske’s plans to develop Svea as a tourist destination in cooperation with Spitsbergen Travel are raising concerns among other local tourism companies and officials, who say the government-owned company should not be allowed to offer subsidized activities that compete with private companies.

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Mark Sabbatini

I'm a professional transient living on a tiny Norwegian island next door to the North Pole, where once a week (or thereabouts) I pollute our extreme and pristine environment with paper fishwrappers decorated with seemingly random letters that would cause a thousand monkeys with a thousand typewriters to die of humiliation. Such is the wisdom one acquires after more than 25 years in the world's second-least-respected occupation, much of it roaming the seven continents in search of jazz, unrecognizable street food and escorts I f****d with by insisting they give me the platonic tours of their cities promised in their ads. But it turns out this tiny group of islands known as Svalbard is my True Love and, generous contributions from you willing, I'll keep littering until they dig my body out when my climate-change-deformed apartment collapses or they exile my penniless ass because I'm not even worthy of washing your dirty dishes.
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