This was my first attempt to film/edit a dance-video, so I didn't plan a single sequence but simply filmed what happened on stage.

Raksan danced without noticeable fatigue for over 3h until I collected enough material for this first video.
It's been incredibly helpful for me to work with such an experienced artist for my first time as a "studio"-filmer. I learned a lot and we're already looking into making another one with everything we can squeeze out of this one.

Camera: Canon 7D

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Music: Dead can Dance - The Spider's Stratagem

Jugger is an amazingly fast-paced sport with huge chaotic potential. No game is ever the same as the last, so it took loads of material to get these few minutes together.
The sport has been around for almost two decades now, but most of it's growth happened in the last years.
Now you have people in several countries world wide beating each other over a foam dog skull and organising tournaments with almost 40teams.

Yes, yes. Videos aren't stories, but lately I couldn't really "get out there" to harvest any good ones. So instead I'm practicing on my editing. The material is just some leftover stuff I shot together with my friend Jens, when we went out on a first training trip to master the snowmobiles.

These machines are incredible. I'm normally scared to the bones when it comes to fast vehicles, but nothing felt better than pushing the speed limits of these (still quite tame) tourist bikes.

I know the jumps aren't exactly impressive, but they sure felt impressive enough for us rookies.

And yes - I ran out of material before the end of the song. That's life I guess ;)

Music: TenPenny Joke - Kamikaze

Here's another cut with some of my old & some newer material. Everything's been shot during the tours, which makes it a bit shaky. Unfortunately still with my old gear (FZ100) - I can't wait to test my new Sony Alpha 33 out there

The Eggtrek already contains lots of stories you won't hear on your next friday night party, but that's just one guy so far.

NOW the Eggtrek invites fellow travellers, photographers and astronauts to move in and share there stories on a non-standard blog-site. A bit of luxury for the traveller with the extra edge.

Long story cut short: If you're exploring this planet, share your stories and photos on the Eggtrek!

The daily life in Camp Tamok. Plenty of guests visit this place hidden in the Norwegian mountains to go on dogsledding trips, learn more about the Sami culture or play around with the snowmobiles. And once everyone had their share of fun and excitement, they all gather in the camp to share a hot soup and their stories. I've lived and worked in the camp for over half a year.

Music: Conway Hambone - More Light

The moment you let go of a few strings, life tends to smash its true potential in your face.
Only because I was walking along a random road, on a random day, at a random time I got picked up by a grinning American who should introduce me to the most far out job I've ever done.

This video is my summarised diary

The morning of the race came and I was prepared!

Or maybe I should say I got prepared?

Both Tom Frode and Amanda did not only spill their sweat to get their own teams, sleds and equipment ready, but were also tossing mandatory pieces of equipment in my direction to sort me out for the race.

So, after a hectic and short night and an early morning trip to Tamok to get the dogs I stood at the starting point with eight incarnations of mayhem strapped to my sled.

Driving up and down in the same valley for weeks let me forget what the real purpose for the dogs is: Racing!

All 37 have been bred for that reason alone and not at all to pull tourists up a hill. A two-hour trip over 20km is no more than a nice walk around the block for them and they consider the average tourist's speed a mutilation.

Tom Frode's main competition team has already been out on several long training trips, but now the time had come for the young dogs to show their potential.

85km on the Troms-Quest racing track. Frozen lakes, forests and mountains.

Most people keep quiet about their hobbies for good reason. No one would understand why we have collected those stunning bottle caps of the coke production from 1987 or what it feels like to stomp your opponent into the grass in some weirdo sport. Especially the new girlfriend might not take it very well – better we wait some time.

Looking at it with that background it feels pretty strange that people are now paying me for introducing them to my new hobby.

The rather impressive amount of knowledge that I lacked made it inevitable to start from scratch. So like soldiers are ordered to carry their gun with them at all times, I was obliged to spend most hours of daylight with dog subjects.

Fortunately  snow and tourists were not due for another month or two and so my  colleagues had some time to confront me with the basics.

I've never really liked dogs!

Wait! To be precise: It's the idea of actually owning a dog that I've never liked. Once you've introduced the furball into your family it will want your complete and everlasting attention until it grows into something like a third foot. A “best friend” so dependent on your help and affection that not even the concept of leaving you exists in it's brain.

This story begins right after Johann has dropped me off next to the lake Tornetraesk near the Norwegian border. In case you're wondering who Johann is – I shall tell you later!

Even before I've started I knew that getting over the 3km wide lake would be the first problem to solve, as there was simply no bridge or ferry over it. Some fishermen told me I should wait for a shuttling Sami-boat and ask the driver whether he could take me to the other side.

It was a late sunday-evening and only by sheer luck I found a friendly Sami who drove me over to his village and then an additional 10km further down the road in his rusty old car.

There I was: A bottle of water, some chocolate, enough porridge for a week (when strictly rationed) and 150km of uninhabited countryside to wander through.

I've always avoided killing anything for no good reason. Damn it! I even walk around cobwebs to not disturb the spiders. A gentle tall man who couldn't even harm a fly.

But when you climb down into the basement of my brain you will find that a cold blooded killer has settled down in there. One who loves the sound of cracking exoskeletons and the relaxing silence after the deed. A killer who lives in most of us civilized humans.

I've invited him to my house because of only a few species that decided to ridicule all the hard evolutionary work of the rest of the world. While most species lead individuals with fascinating abilities, strength and cleverness into battle these few species focus entirely on cannon fodder with no end in sight.

I've always avoided killing anything for no good reason. Damn it! I even walk around cobwebs to avoid destroying the spider's masterpiece. A gentle tall man who couldn't even harm a fly.

But when you climb down into the basement of my brain you will find that a cold blooded killer has settled down in there. One who loves the sound of cracking exoskeletons and the relaxing silence after the deed. A killer who lives in most of us civilized humans.

I've invited him to my house because of only a few species that decided to ridicule all the hard evolutionary work of the rest of the world. While most species lead individuals with fascinating abilities, strength and cleverness into battle these few species focus entirely on cannon fodder with no end in sight.

A flip of a One-Kronor coin and several lifts lead me to Öland, an island in the east of Sweden and one of Sweden's main tourist attractions. At least when it comes to Swedish tourists, for the sun-seeking people from around the world will prefer warm mediterranian beaches.

But Öland is packed with Swedes who rent little beach cabins that look as identical as Ikea kitchens. The caravan parks turn into cities of white wheeled houses mixed with colourful parasols and the smell of a hundred BBQ sessions.