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BEARS OF SUMMER: Yet another campsite vacated after getting visit from polar bear who resists being scared away

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Eight people vacated a campsite at Ymerbukta after  the latest in a series of non-harmful encounters during the past couple of weeks, according to The Governor of Svalbard.

The bear approached the campsite at about 5 p.m., setting off the perimeter tripwire alarm, Police Chief Lt. Anders Haugerud told Svalbardposten. Firing signal flares the the bear failed to scare it off, forcing the group to retreat to a nearby ridge and contact the governor’s office while the bear was seen invading one of the tents.

The group led by a Longyearbyen tour operator contacted a boat to bring them safely from the site and the governor deployed a rescue helicopter to track the bear, which went into the sea and then to the adjacent bay at Trygghamna. The helicopter stopped tracking the bear at about 7:15 p.m., at which point the group returned to the campsite to pack their gear and return to Longyearbyen.

Several other similar incidents have occurred recently, including two encounters last weekend. Last Friday the Hopen Meteorological Station, where dozens of bear sightings have occurred during springtime, reported two more nearby, but staff there were able to scare the bears off. On Sunday a bear was reported dangerously close to a campsite at Ymerbukta, but the campers and people in a nearby boat were able to chase the animal away by firing a total of five signal flares at it.

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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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