Showing posts with label Indonesia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Indonesia. Show all posts
Friday, November 25, 2011
Chillaxin'
This photo actually makes this look a lot cooler than it was - I wish I had the photo from 20 seconds before as I tried to scramble up the tree trunk to show you! haha!
... not to mention the worrying CAUSE of these coconut trees in this state - coastal erosion due to sea-level rise resulting from climate change can be my only guess...
Labels:
Curiosities,
Indonesia,
Nature,
Papua,
Raja Ampat
Sunday, November 06, 2011
Road Rash
Yikes - I am thankful that I'm here to write this post to you all... I took a little spill off my motorbike yesterday for the first time... and hopefully last.
I was pretty darn lucky! The entire lane was full of oil and I don't think there was any avoiding what happened... The bike lost all traction, and all I had time to think was "Oh shiitttt...", then my head bounced off the pavement and I proceeded to skid on my chin for about 50m along the road with an unsettling view of oncoming headlights. Before I had even skidded to a stop I jumped up and ran the 50 more metres that the bike slid, picked it up and got it off the road, and then I checked myself over for missing appendages etc. I was fairly shocked to find I was pretty much in tact, minus some major road rash that hadn't started to sting yet (side note: post-adrenaline let down they have proven insanely painful!) Apparently I was the 4th bike to slide out on it - and after I made sure they covered it with dirt to soak up the oil and avoid anyone else going down! But I drove myself home, cleaned out the wounds and am hoping for a quick healing process.
I am not big on taking a lot of hard-core chemical drugs in general... so I'm hoping the good ole magic cream will do the trick!
I was pretty darn lucky! The entire lane was full of oil and I don't think there was any avoiding what happened... The bike lost all traction, and all I had time to think was "Oh shiitttt...", then my head bounced off the pavement and I proceeded to skid on my chin for about 50m along the road with an unsettling view of oncoming headlights. Before I had even skidded to a stop I jumped up and ran the 50 more metres that the bike slid, picked it up and got it off the road, and then I checked myself over for missing appendages etc. I was fairly shocked to find I was pretty much in tact, minus some major road rash that hadn't started to sting yet (side note: post-adrenaline let down they have proven insanely painful!) Apparently I was the 4th bike to slide out on it - and after I made sure they covered it with dirt to soak up the oil and avoid anyone else going down! But I drove myself home, cleaned out the wounds and am hoping for a quick healing process.
I am not big on taking a lot of hard-core chemical drugs in general... so I'm hoping the good ole magic cream will do the trick!
Labels:
Bali,
Curiosities,
Health and Illness,
Indonesia,
Travel
Location:
Denpasar, Bali, Indonesia
Wednesday, November 02, 2011
Coral Mining
The education trip aboard the Kalabia in September was inspiring and devastating at the same time...
The scale of the coral mining was unprecedented... scary. And even scarier was the AWARENESS and apathy. Just a few hundred metres away from where we took the kids snorkeling were piles of coral ready for loading to bring to shore... When we asked the people that came in the boat to pick it up if they were aware of the impacts of coral mining, their answer lead us to believe that they were at least partially aware of how devastating it could be for the community if the reefs were completely ruined. They said those were the last ones, and that the community had decided to stop the coral mining, but yet they continued.
When we took the kids of Kabare snorkeling, it was difficult for us to find an area of decent reef - an area that had not been ripped up. Once we did find a spot, it was dominated by fragile, branching-type corals... not the massif corals that make up the foundation of healthy reefs, and also, as it turns out, good solid foundations for houses.
The scale of the coral mining was unprecedented... scary. And even scarier was the AWARENESS and apathy. Just a few hundred metres away from where we took the kids snorkeling were piles of coral ready for loading to bring to shore... When we asked the people that came in the boat to pick it up if they were aware of the impacts of coral mining, their answer lead us to believe that they were at least partially aware of how devastating it could be for the community if the reefs were completely ruined. They said those were the last ones, and that the community had decided to stop the coral mining, but yet they continued.
In each of the villages we visited in North Waigeo, the streets were lined with piles of coral that had been pulled up from the reefs and were set to become roads, streets, foundations and walls...
In part I blame the Indonesian government poverty index which holds as one of their indicators the type of houses families live in - wooden houses are for the poor and cement houses are for the rich it says. The ironic thing, in my opinion, is that from a safety and comfort standpoint, these houses aren't the best or most practical for the local element... Wooden homes are much cooler and allow for some air circulation in this over-heated environment. I remember during the Jogja earthquake, going around afterward as part of the medical mission, and seeing entire communities of flattened brick and cement homes, with the only shelters left standing being that of the cattle, because they were made out of flexible bamboo which withstood the earthquake!?
Hopefully this new generation of Raja Ampat youth, with the influence of our program, will not only have a better understanding of the devastation coral mining causes, but also care enough about it to stop the practice! This goes for all the issues facing conservation as far as I'm concerned... including the unsustainable development practices and lack of facilities I've blogged about before in these past blogs:
- Why Sigh? - The new capital of Waisai and its garbage problem
- Division - Transmigration slated for Papua
- Avatar - Similarities with the Papua situation
- Kaliyam & Wailebet - Forest Destruction, Turtle Consumption and Fish Bombers
Labels:
Culture,
Curiosities,
Diving / Under H2O,
Environmental Education,
Indonesia,
Kalabia,
Natural Disasters,
Nature,
Papua,
Raja Ampat
Location:
Kepulauan Raja Ampat, Indonesia
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Four-legged Snake?
A little blood n' guts for those of you getting ready for Hallowe'en in Canada!
Although the people here in Waigeo call this a 'legged snake' and told me it could be dangerous, I think it's probably a skink, and most likely fairly harmless... Nonetheless, they had chopped it up before I arrived on the scene.
I had never seen a critter with such teensy disproportionate paws!
Labels:
Curiosities,
Indonesia,
Nature,
Papua,
Raja Ampat
Friday, October 21, 2011
Root Fruit
Another unique bush find... The kids are always so excited to show me new stuff when they see how interested I am! Here is Safrika displaying a root with nodules that the local kids enjoy eating...
Labels:
Curiosities,
Food/Drink,
Indonesia,
Nature,
Papua,
Raja Ampat
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Putri Malu - Shy Princess
Another fabulous forest find - this plant, Mimosa pudica, is sensitive to touch. The reaction exhibited when something brushes up against it is known as a thigmonastic response, and can be seen in the venus fly trap plant as well. In this plant the leaves fold in on themselves at the slightest irritation they sense.
You've probably seen this plant at home - I think we know it commonly as "Touch-me-not"... Here it's called the shy princess (in India the shy virgin). You can see by its pretty pink pom-pom flower why it might be considered a princess. But these plants also have thorns on their stems, and often kids in the villages have scars around their feet and ankles as a result of playing barefoot carelessly and getting into a tangle with these spines.
I came across a patch of it the other day and after spending countless minutes playing, decided it would make a good addition to my blog, so took some pics and video.
The team tells me that this plant is often use for medicinal purposes as well, and supports treatments for smooth birthing, asthma, insomnia and malaria.
Labels:
Curiosities,
Health and Illness,
Indonesia,
Nature,
Papua,
Raja Ampat
Location:
Indonesia
Friday, October 14, 2011
Bulana
It seems nobody has written about this tasty little fruit before... I don't know the English name, and when I searched for the Indonesian name I was told it is called bulana, even that was non-existent online... perhaps it is a local dialect.
The closest thing I found online was something called Duhat, which it could very well be, given the descriptions online.
Here is the tree (sorry, too far away for any kind of ID):
And the fruit:
Bulana are small, plum-like fruits that are about the size of a large olive... They're tasty - quite sweet, but with a sour edge. But more than taste... bulana produces a unique textural feeling in the mouth as well which is hard to describe - it's like it sucks all the saliva from the mouth lining for a split second, producing a slightly numbing sensation, which is replaced by a sense that the entire tongue and inner mouth has been coated with a fine fur, and just as quickly, it's gone... Although when ripe, you can eat them straight off the tree, I'm told that often the fruits don't get a chance to ripen on the branches - they're just too delicious slightly underripe with salt. (This is also a common taste for eating under-ripe mangoes here as well). On each occasion I've tried them, I've had a different sensation of taste... most recently I thought it tasted mildly akin to the nutmeg fruit I tried, with a hint of spice.... That was on Bunaken Island, where apprently they call them Anggur Bunaken (Bunaken Grapes)!
One thing to be careful of is the juice - it stains instantly; a purple splotch is a tel-tale sign that people have been eating bulana!
The website that I found referring to 'duhat' says another name for this fruit is the Java Plum, which makes me even more sure that we're talking about the same thing here... Syzgium cumini. Actually... seeing the latin name makes me wonder if this is the fruit of cumin (if I remember the pit is approximately the right size and shape)... that would explain its 'spicey' taste, too... and we are, afterall, only a hop-skip away from the "Spice Islands" of Maluku!
Labels:
Curiosities,
Indonesia,
Indonesian Food/Drink,
Nature,
Papua,
Raja Ampat
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Kalabia, Raja Ampat and Development
Some of you may have seen this recent article by Brazilian journalist that visited us aboard the Kalabia in August...
... however, although it's aesthetically-pleasing, I'm not sure how many of you read and understand Portuguese, so I am posting the translated text to the story (as provided by Google Translate via the author) so you can understand it!
I am interspersing some additional photos (they're mine unless otherwise noted in the caption)...
The lesson on the reefs includes a game in which children wear colored gloves and stretch their arms through the holes of a sheet that is stretched over their heads, as if they were coral polyps. Meanwhile, the young educators of the Kalabia make "flow" handfuls of peanuts over the top of the sheet, which the children try to grab and devour. That way they learn that corals have two ways of feeding themselves: from the nutrients produced by the zooxanthellae in their cells, via photosynthesis, and from the plankton that they capture from the water, using their tentacles.
The landscape of Mayalibit Bay, as in the rest of Raja Ampat, is of a wild nature. An ocean bordered by limestone mountains, which were once coral reefs, but now rise abruptly from the sea, punctuated by caves and covered from head to toe in a blanket of green forest, inhabited by colorful birds of paradise, lush forests, vociferous cockatoos and simple fishermen.
Only one thing stands out from this natural setting: a trail of brown earth that starts in the village of Warsambin and snakes up the mountain, scarring the forest, toward the neighboring community of Lopintol, on the other side of the hill. The mouth of the road seems ready to swallow the huts beneath it, next to the football field.
Built in the last two years, the road was opened to connect the communities, although no one here has a car, only a couple of motorcycles. The only vehicle that uses the road regularly is a truck subsidized by the government, carrying goods and passengers to and from Waisai, the newly built administrative capital of Raja Ampat. The traditional inhabitants continue to move between the villages as they have always done: by boat, using the natural roads of water.
For environmentalists, the scar in the forest is a warning sign. The waters of the bay are protected by a conservation unit, created in 2007. But the forests above them, not. And with interconnected ecosystems it is inevitable that what happens on the surface will have consequences underwater as well.
The leader of the Marine Protected Area (MPA) of Mayalibit Bay, Abraham Goram, does not understand the purpose of the road - which he says might be extended in the coming years to circle the entire bay. "We do not need roads here, we need schools, hospitals, clean water, capacity building," says Goran, a native of the village of Waifoy. He fears the road, on top of ruining the landscape, will pave the way for deforestation and soil erosion, affecting the terrestrial and marine ecosystems on which communities depend for their survival.
Many Papuans who I spoke to on the islands also fear that their culture will be swamped by the growing influx of Indonesian immigrants from Java and Sumatra, who are already a majority in the province and dominate the labor market. "We are a minority in our own land," said Goram. Indonesia is one of the most overpopulated countries in the world, with a population 20% larger than that of Brazil, in an area 80% smaller, and highly concentrated in the islands of Java and Sumatra.
Even within the Coral Triangle, the region stands out as home to the highest marine biodiversity on the planet. More than 1,400 species of fish. More than 550 species of hard corals. A dizzying array of multicolored sea slugs, which seem dressed for carnival. Pygmy seahorses, incredibly small and well camouflaged, clinging to gorgonians. Manta rays more than 2 meters wide. Everything, sometimes in the same place. In Raja Ampat, you can spend hours underwater without a single second of boredom.
The most famous dive site in the region is Cape Kri, a submerged peninsula of the island of the same name, discovered in the early 90's by Dutchman Max Ammer, the pioneer of tourism and conservation in Raja Ampat. In 1997, he openned the first hotel in the region, the Kri Eco Resort - a handful of bungalows, a pier and a dining hall, built in traditional Papuan style, of wood and straw.
Since then, Ammer has built a second resort on the island and is about to open a marine science center, equipped with laboratories and accommodation for at least six researchers.
The only foreigners out of the nearly one hundred employees of the company are Ammer himself and the Briton Ross Pooley, who runs a pilot project of coral farming. All others are natives of Papua, trained by the resorts, from the maids to the dive guides. Nothing gives more pride to Ammer, who originally came to Papua seeking for war plane wrecks, but fell in love with the people of the region and never went back.
"When I came here I knew nothing about tourism, and I had no experience with recreational diving, but I thought this would be a good way to help the local population," says the 50-year-old Dutchman. "The most important is to create employment and income generation opportunities for the Papuans. The people here are very poor. You can talk all you want about conservation, but people still need to eat, they still want development. "
In Yenbekwan, one of the villages near the hotels, fisherman Hans Watem, also 50 years old (more or less, he is not sure), think it is a little strange that tourists will spend so much money and come from so far away just to see a coral reef. But he understands perfectly the importance of this ecosystem. "Everyone here understands now that the reefs are essential to our lives. So nobody fishes with nets or bombs anymore, "he says.
Compared to other regions of Bali and Indonesia, the reefs of Raja Ampat are in excellent condition. But they have been much better too. Until a few years ago, fishing with bombs and other destructive methods was also common here. Now the region is under the care of seven Marine Protected Areas (MPAs), established in 2007 by the government of Raja Ampat, in partnership with nongovernmental organizations.
The bombs stopped exploding, and the reefs are silently returning to their original state. The final result: more fish for the fishermen to eat, more fish for the tourists to photograph.
"What gives corals their color," asks the teacher.
"Zooxanthellae", respond the students sitting in front of him, with the excitement of a football crowd, referring to the photosynthetic microalgae that live within coral tissues, providing them with essential nutrients and pigments.
"Zooxanthellae", respond the students sitting in front of him, with the excitement of a football crowd, referring to the photosynthetic microalgae that live within coral tissues, providing them with essential nutrients and pigments.
To my surprise, we are not in a conventional classroom of neither
a school nor a university. The students are children 10 to 12 years old, the
sons and daughters of simple fishermen of Mayalibit Bay, in the region of Raja
Ampat, a group of islands on the beak of the so-called "Bird's Head",
in the northwest of Papua. The classroom is the colorful deck of Kalabia, an
old tuna boat converted into a school boat by Conservation International,
anchored in front of the village of Warsambin, near the entrance of the bay.
| Kalabia moored at Warsamdin village near the mouth of Mayalibit Bay |
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| The Raja Ampat MPA Network (left) and Mayalibit Bay MPA. |
The question, worth 500 points in the category Coral Reefs, is
part of a playful quiz designed to test the children's knowledge about the
functioning and the purpose of marine ecosystems. After three days of course,
three groups of seven children compete for the prize of "who has learned
more": the Bubaras, the Lemmas, and the Nemos -- two names of fishes in
the local language and another, inherited from Hollywood.
The one running the game is educator Marcho Imbir, 32, a native of
the Ayau archipelago, in the far north of Raja Ampat. It is a mostly friendly
competition. Whenever a group gets the answer right, all celebrate with a round
of applause and shouts of "benar" (correct). The joy of the children
in learning is contagious. And the speed at which they learn, surprising.
"Their brains are like sponges. The lack of education here
is so great that anything you offer them they absorb immediately, "says Canadian
biologist and educator Angela Beer, who heads the project. Since 2008, the Kalabia
travels around the islands of Raja Ampat, stopping village to village to teach
children some basics of biology and educating them about the importance of
conserving the marine ecosystems from which their communities depend for
survival.
What is the importance of a coral reef and what kinds of
activities can be harmful to them? What are the ecological functions of a mangrove
and what happens to the soil when it is cleared? What is the difference between
organic and inorganic garbage? How long does a plastic bottle take to decompose
in the environment? How many years does a sea turtle live? And what is the
purpose of a Marine Protected Area (MPA)? Stuff like that. Everything is taught
through music and games, in the native language of the children - a mixture of
Indonesian with tribal dialects that varies from island to island.
It is the second time that the Kalabia returns to Warsambin, which
was the first village visited by the project in March 2008. The next stop is
Kalitoko, a smaller and more remote village, one hour further inside the bay by
speedboat. There, children group themselves in the Teterugas (sea turtles), Lumba-Lumba
(dolphins) and Buaya (crocodiles).
After three days of course, I ask little Waropen Sifra, of "more
or less" 10 years (because nobody here knows their own age for sure), what
was the coolest thing she learned. "That corals are animals and they need
to be protected," she says. "Because they are part of our nature. If
they grow well, there will be more fish on the reefs and more fish for us to
eat, " she explains.
The lesson on the reefs includes a game in which children wear colored gloves and stretch their arms through the holes of a sheet that is stretched over their heads, as if they were coral polyps. Meanwhile, the young educators of the Kalabia make "flow" handfuls of peanuts over the top of the sheet, which the children try to grab and devour. That way they learn that corals have two ways of feeding themselves: from the nutrients produced by the zooxanthellae in their cells, via photosynthesis, and from the plankton that they capture from the water, using their tentacles.
| Educators Merry, Warda and Marcho as currents carrying plankton (peanuts) to feeding corals |
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| A single 'coral polyp' |
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| Kids really enjoy the interactive games that go along with lessons aboard Kalabia |
Understanding this basic biology is essential to engage children
in a culture of conservation, says Angela. "Because no one cares much about
things they do not understand."
I also ask Sifra what is her favorite animal. "The sea
turtle," she says. "I like to see when it comes to the surface to
breathe." Next, I ask if she has ever eaten turtles - a custom still
practiced in traditional communities of the region, although hunting has
already been prohibited for several years. "I have, but I will not eat them
anymore," promises Sifra, after learning that her favorite animal is
threatened with extinction.
SYMBIOSIS
The relationship of survival between the traditional communities
of Raja Ampat and their marine biodiversity is so intimate and vital as that
between the corals and their zooxanthellae. Here, there are no supermarkets, no
refrigerators, no agriculture. But there is no hunger. Each plate of food is
harvested fresh from nature: fish and shrimp from the waters of the bay, crabs
and shellfish from the mangrove mud, fruits and leaves collected from the forest
or cultivated in small home gardens. Except for rice, which some closer
villages can bring from the commercial centers of Waisai and Sorong, the staple
diet for most people of Raja Ampat is still the sagu, a pulp of palm trees
harvested from the forest.
Another indicator of proximity to urban centers - both in
geographical and cultural terms - in addition to the rice, is the amount of
inorganic waste present in each village. The more contact with the "modern
world", the greater the amount of bottles and plastic bags on the floor.
Used to packing their food in banana leaves and carrying their belongings in
baskets made of natural fibers, the traditional inhabitants have never had to
worry much about accumulation of garbage. Part of the curriculum of the Kalabia,
therefore, is to teach basic concepts of waste management -- that the soda bottles
and coffee powder packages do not "disappear" from the environment as
do the fish bones and crab shells, for example.
In Kalitoko, the amount of synthetic waste is still small. There
are only two small shops in the village, offering sweets and cigarettes. The
children now know that the accumulation of garbage brings diseases, and that many
turtles die after swallowing plastic bags which they mistake for jellyfish.
Built on a mangrove, the village has about 250 residents, including a teacher, Salmon Krey. There should be two, plus the principal, but the other teacher left off for a holiday four months ago and never returned, and the director was expelled from the community, accused of stealing government money that should have been used to purchase books and for school maintenance.
Built on a mangrove, the village has about 250 residents, including a teacher, Salmon Krey. There should be two, plus the principal, but the other teacher left off for a holiday four months ago and never returned, and the director was expelled from the community, accused of stealing government money that should have been used to purchase books and for school maintenance.
Krey alone now takes care of a class of 30 students from first to
sixth grade. The education gap in the villages of the Bay is enormous, he says,
even in relation to the rest of Raja Ampat. "Because the adults here had
no education, they do not think it is as important to their children to go to
school either. Because they do not get any better jobs for this," says the
teacher.
Before leaving the village, Angela hands Krey a box of books,
notebooks and educational comic books produced by Kalabia, so that he can
continue teaching. She knows that three days is not enough time to influence
the education of a child. But it's a start. Even with a program so short, the Kalabia
takes two years to visit each one of the approximately one hundred villages of
Raja Ampat.
| Presenting the teacher with books and posters for the school |
"Unfortunately we have nothing to give to you in return,
except our thanks," says the secretary of the village of Warsambin,
Metusalak Mansoben, after receiving the books. "Today you go away, but it
is not the end, because the children will not forget what they have learned.
The only recommendation I can give is that you stay longer next time. "
| A farewell ceremony performed for the Kalabia by the children who participated in the program |
After several weeks at sea, the Kalabia returns to Sorong in
September for a deserved rest. The amount of plastic waste washed up around the
harbor tells us that we are back to "civilization."
RAJA AMPAT – STORY 2
The landscape of Mayalibit Bay, as in the rest of Raja Ampat, is of a wild nature. An ocean bordered by limestone mountains, which were once coral reefs, but now rise abruptly from the sea, punctuated by caves and covered from head to toe in a blanket of green forest, inhabited by colorful birds of paradise, lush forests, vociferous cockatoos and simple fishermen.
Only one thing stands out from this natural setting: a trail of brown earth that starts in the village of Warsambin and snakes up the mountain, scarring the forest, toward the neighboring community of Lopintol, on the other side of the hill. The mouth of the road seems ready to swallow the huts beneath it, next to the football field.
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| Warsambin village road - photo: Christin Huffard/CI |
Built in the last two years, the road was opened to connect the communities, although no one here has a car, only a couple of motorcycles. The only vehicle that uses the road regularly is a truck subsidized by the government, carrying goods and passengers to and from Waisai, the newly built administrative capital of Raja Ampat. The traditional inhabitants continue to move between the villages as they have always done: by boat, using the natural roads of water.
For environmentalists, the scar in the forest is a warning sign. The waters of the bay are protected by a conservation unit, created in 2007. But the forests above them, not. And with interconnected ecosystems it is inevitable that what happens on the surface will have consequences underwater as well.
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| Warsamdin village - photo: Christin Huffard/CI |
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| Sedimentation smothering coral - photo: Christin Huffard/CI |
"We did a good job so far dealing with problems in the marine environment.
Now we have to deal with the threats of terrestrial origin, "says
biologist Mark Erdmann of Conservation International, a partner of the
government in creating and managing protected areas in the region.
The leader of the Marine Protected Area (MPA) of Mayalibit Bay, Abraham Goram, does not understand the purpose of the road - which he says might be extended in the coming years to circle the entire bay. "We do not need roads here, we need schools, hospitals, clean water, capacity building," says Goran, a native of the village of Waifoy. He fears the road, on top of ruining the landscape, will pave the way for deforestation and soil erosion, affecting the terrestrial and marine ecosystems on which communities depend for their survival.
I ask him
if the road should not be seen as a symbol of progress, of modernity.
"It's the most ridiculous argument I've ever heard," he replies.
Goram, like
many other native residents, is in favor of independence for Papua, which was
politically annexed to Indonesia in 1969 after centuries of Dutch rule.
"Indonesia is not good for Papua, because Indonesia doesn´t love Papua. It
loves our natural resources, "said Goram. In addition to the biological riches
of its seas, the region is rich in deposits of gold, copper and nickel.
Political
and economic issues aside, it does not take a historian to notice that Papua is
different from the rest of Indonesia. Just look at the Papuans. The difference
is stamped on their facial features, typical of Melanesia, much more black and
aboriginal than Asian. Even among Indonesians, Papua is still seen as a distant
and mysterious land, haunted by stories of cannibal tribes. A past legacy that
contrasts brutally with the friendliness of the present residents of Raja
Ampat.
Many Papuans who I spoke to on the islands also fear that their culture will be swamped by the growing influx of Indonesian immigrants from Java and Sumatra, who are already a majority in the province and dominate the labor market. "We are a minority in our own land," said Goram. Indonesia is one of the most overpopulated countries in the world, with a population 20% larger than that of Brazil, in an area 80% smaller, and highly concentrated in the islands of Java and Sumatra.
RAJA AMPAT – STORY 3
Less than
an hour after landing in Raja Ampat, I see two young sharks swimming quietly
through the shallow waters under my bungalow, on the island of Kri. Two times
more sharks than I had seen in more than 10 hours of diving in Bali, during the
two previous months. A good sign that everything I heard about Raja Ampat was,
in fact, true.
| Black-tip reef shark in the shallows in Wayag island - Angela Beer |
Even within the Coral Triangle, the region stands out as home to the highest marine biodiversity on the planet. More than 1,400 species of fish. More than 550 species of hard corals. A dizzying array of multicolored sea slugs, which seem dressed for carnival. Pygmy seahorses, incredibly small and well camouflaged, clinging to gorgonians. Manta rays more than 2 meters wide. Everything, sometimes in the same place. In Raja Ampat, you can spend hours underwater without a single second of boredom.
The most famous dive site in the region is Cape Kri, a submerged peninsula of the island of the same name, discovered in the early 90's by Dutchman Max Ammer, the pioneer of tourism and conservation in Raja Ampat. In 1997, he openned the first hotel in the region, the Kri Eco Resort - a handful of bungalows, a pier and a dining hall, built in traditional Papuan style, of wood and straw.
In 2001,
Ammer invited renowned biologist Gerry Allen to make a scientific assessment of
the biodiversity of Cape Kri. "Everyone kept saying it was a special
place, that it was different, so I wanted to make sure," he says. Everyone
was right. On March 27, 2001, a team of ten scientists, led by Allen,
identified 273 species of fish in a single dive at Cape Kri. A world record,
which put Raja Ampat on the map of recreational divers and marine scientists
worldwide.
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| Reef scenic with Diver - SSV, Burt Jones/Maurine Shimlock |
Since then, Ammer has built a second resort on the island and is about to open a marine science center, equipped with laboratories and accommodation for at least six researchers.
The only foreigners out of the nearly one hundred employees of the company are Ammer himself and the Briton Ross Pooley, who runs a pilot project of coral farming. All others are natives of Papua, trained by the resorts, from the maids to the dive guides. Nothing gives more pride to Ammer, who originally came to Papua seeking for war plane wrecks, but fell in love with the people of the region and never went back.
"When I came here I knew nothing about tourism, and I had no experience with recreational diving, but I thought this would be a good way to help the local population," says the 50-year-old Dutchman. "The most important is to create employment and income generation opportunities for the Papuans. The people here are very poor. You can talk all you want about conservation, but people still need to eat, they still want development. "
In Yenbekwan, one of the villages near the hotels, fisherman Hans Watem, also 50 years old (more or less, he is not sure), think it is a little strange that tourists will spend so much money and come from so far away just to see a coral reef. But he understands perfectly the importance of this ecosystem. "Everyone here understands now that the reefs are essential to our lives. So nobody fishes with nets or bombs anymore, "he says.
Compared to other regions of Bali and Indonesia, the reefs of Raja Ampat are in excellent condition. But they have been much better too. Until a few years ago, fishing with bombs and other destructive methods was also common here. Now the region is under the care of seven Marine Protected Areas (MPAs), established in 2007 by the government of Raja Ampat, in partnership with nongovernmental organizations.
The bombs stopped exploding, and the reefs are silently returning to their original state. The final result: more fish for the fishermen to eat, more fish for the tourists to photograph.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
FINALIST in Raja Ampat Entrance Tag Design Competition!
I didn't actually imagine that I would become a finalist amongst the hundreds or thousands of entries in this contest, but I have... so now, I need to ask you all to vote for me 'cuz I would really REALLY love to win the grand prize trip.... I've been working in conservation here for years, and yet only rarely get to dive it! And hey, if I win, I'll need to take someone with me...
VOTE FOR ME HERE!!! There are lots of great entries - Indeed, after seeing them, I don't claim that mine is the best one by far... Although it is unique and different than any winners in the past! Mine is the black n white 'stars on the brain' picture of a sea star on brain coral...
Click the link "1st" below my pic to vote for me! (The link should turn shaded in blue) Your votes are worth even more if you register for a free account, then vote... so please consider that! THANKS for your support! http://wetpixel.com/competition/index.php?view=entry&id=16747
VOTE FOR ME HERE!!! There are lots of great entries - Indeed, after seeing them, I don't claim that mine is the best one by far... Although it is unique and different than any winners in the past! Mine is the black n white 'stars on the brain' picture of a sea star on brain coral...
Click the link "1st" below my pic to vote for me! (The link should turn shaded in blue) Your votes are worth even more if you register for a free account, then vote... so please consider that! THANKS for your support! http://wetpixel.com/competition/index.php?view=entry&id=16747
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Monday, August 29, 2011
Avatar
When I watched the movie 'Avatar' for the first time, it truly struck a chord with me. Not just because of the cool 3D graphics and amazing special effects... but because of the story. It hit home.
As the saying goes, history repeats itself, and when you take away the special effects and blue avatars, this film portrays the current situation in West Papua, and the situation which has recurred time and time again throughout history on possibly all continents worldwide.
I have written a few posts recently involving some conspiracy theories related to Independence of West Papua from Indonesia... regardless of that, the movement in Papua is strong. And the fear that if they don't gain independence the people and culture will become extinct is very real.
So what's the big deal, right? 63 countries around the world have recognized Papua's bid for independence from Indonesia, and no one can deny the cultural basis for their argument... so why doesn't Indonesia just grant them the Independence that they should have had since 1963 and go their separate ways peacefully... that's all the Papuans are asking for...
Well, the answer is simple: If they were to grant West Papua independence, then Indonesia would go from being one of the most resource-rich countries on Earth, to being a very poor country, overnight. Papua is known as the 'kitchen of Indonesia' within Indonesia... but I prefer to refer to it as the 'wallet'... Papua is extremely rich in natural resources - forests, fisheries and minerals which are relatively untouched. Resources which the rest of Indonesia, and indeed, most of the rest of the world, have depleted past the point of recovery. Resources which are currently being extracted and exploited for the benefit of Indonesia, not necessarily Papua. It's not hard to believe, as someone told me was reported in the 2010 Statistics Indonesia report, that Papua's contribution to the economic wealth of the country is higher than any other province... but what doesn't make a lot of sense is...
According to the same report of the latest data from Statistics Indonesia, Papuans are the poorest of all Indonesians with more people living in poverty than anywhere else in the country - when I looked up the data, in turns out it's at 3 TIMES the national average!
This discrepancy is unacceptable, and the Papuan people are fed up with it and pushing for action. The last time a solution was put on the table was in 2001, when Papua was granted 'Special Autonomy', which was supposed to allow for regional decision-making, and Traditional Councils given the power to rule according to traditional law. It's been ten years, and most Papuans call it a failure.
Native Papuans are already minorities on their own lands... the data from last years' census shows that it is now 60% non-native Papuans residing in Papua to 40% indigenous Papuans. Of those non-native 60%, half have moved here within the past 10 years. Some would talk of a conspiracy there as well... but barring that, the current plans for transmigration are outrageous - if they go ahead, the native Papuan tribes will become extinct within a generation or two. The plans for Raja Ampat, a Regency with a population of approximately 40,000 people (I don't know the percentage of native to non-) is targeted to receive 300,000 Javanese in the coming years. Can you say sitting ducks, or better yet, Dodo birds?
And this is not to mention the effect the transmigration mindset has on the environment (see this previous post for musings on that topic).
A good friend, and advocate for West Papuan Independence said to me last week, "Indonesia loves Papua's natural resources, but they don't love the Papuan people".
As the saying goes, history repeats itself, and when you take away the special effects and blue avatars, this film portrays the current situation in West Papua, and the situation which has recurred time and time again throughout history on possibly all continents worldwide.
I have written a few posts recently involving some conspiracy theories related to Independence of West Papua from Indonesia... regardless of that, the movement in Papua is strong. And the fear that if they don't gain independence the people and culture will become extinct is very real.
So what's the big deal, right? 63 countries around the world have recognized Papua's bid for independence from Indonesia, and no one can deny the cultural basis for their argument... so why doesn't Indonesia just grant them the Independence that they should have had since 1963 and go their separate ways peacefully... that's all the Papuans are asking for...
Well, the answer is simple: If they were to grant West Papua independence, then Indonesia would go from being one of the most resource-rich countries on Earth, to being a very poor country, overnight. Papua is known as the 'kitchen of Indonesia' within Indonesia... but I prefer to refer to it as the 'wallet'... Papua is extremely rich in natural resources - forests, fisheries and minerals which are relatively untouched. Resources which the rest of Indonesia, and indeed, most of the rest of the world, have depleted past the point of recovery. Resources which are currently being extracted and exploited for the benefit of Indonesia, not necessarily Papua. It's not hard to believe, as someone told me was reported in the 2010 Statistics Indonesia report, that Papua's contribution to the economic wealth of the country is higher than any other province... but what doesn't make a lot of sense is...
According to the same report of the latest data from Statistics Indonesia, Papuans are the poorest of all Indonesians with more people living in poverty than anywhere else in the country - when I looked up the data, in turns out it's at 3 TIMES the national average!
This discrepancy is unacceptable, and the Papuan people are fed up with it and pushing for action. The last time a solution was put on the table was in 2001, when Papua was granted 'Special Autonomy', which was supposed to allow for regional decision-making, and Traditional Councils given the power to rule according to traditional law. It's been ten years, and most Papuans call it a failure.
Native Papuans are already minorities on their own lands... the data from last years' census shows that it is now 60% non-native Papuans residing in Papua to 40% indigenous Papuans. Of those non-native 60%, half have moved here within the past 10 years. Some would talk of a conspiracy there as well... but barring that, the current plans for transmigration are outrageous - if they go ahead, the native Papuan tribes will become extinct within a generation or two. The plans for Raja Ampat, a Regency with a population of approximately 40,000 people (I don't know the percentage of native to non-) is targeted to receive 300,000 Javanese in the coming years. Can you say sitting ducks, or better yet, Dodo birds?
And this is not to mention the effect the transmigration mindset has on the environment (see this previous post for musings on that topic).
A good friend, and advocate for West Papuan Independence said to me last week, "Indonesia loves Papua's natural resources, but they don't love the Papuan people".
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Division
There are many instances of new villages being created in Raja Ampat... a village literally being divided into two, not physically or geographically (no new village sites), but purely administratively. It is extremely strange, especially considering that there is no increase in population to warrant it.
The longer I'm here in Raja Ampat, the more conspiracy theories I'm exposed to, and the less preposterous those conspiracy theories sound... this splitting up of villages, for instance, seems to me to be based more on two alterior motives than the need for new administrative clout due to population expansion… Those two reasons have to do with money and power.
Regardless of very small populations, an additional village means an additional set of administrative officials and an additional set of monies that are distributed yearly… This infusion of cash should be a good thing for community development... right? Well, in addition to the new funds, it turns out the new officials are not elected, as I had always assumed they must be (you know, the ‘head of the village’ is originally from the village, and elected by and represents the people)… but no, that is not necessarily the case... they are appointed, and almost always foreigners (from other parts of Indonesia, most often Java).
In this way, it splits up the native people and strips them of any administrative powers they might have to empower their own communities and people. Because the head of the village feels no connection or responsibility to the community, he robs the coffers blind and does nothing to further the community and feels no remorse about it at all. Every trip I have been on with the Kalabia in the past 6 months has had at least one or two new villages either just placed or in the works… It has basically become a bit of a joke… ‘Village limits’ are just lines drawn through the centre of town… they’re not actually ‘new village sites’!
The worst part is that the people are blindly happy and proud that they have received a ‘new village’, and in a lot of cases, completely oblivious at what is actually happening.
The splitting up of 'Districts' (originally 4 when I first came to Raja Ampat, now 24), has been sited to me as another means of dividing the people... And not only that, but because each District must have a military police post, manned by migrants brought in from other parts of Indonesia, the area ends up being blanketed in an Indonesian military force. This seems suspiciously convenient given the current state of the Papuan freedom movement, and the genocidal techniques the Indonesian government has employed in the past to quell uprisings in both Timor and Papua... Doesn't it?
Sorry, I usually try to keep politics and work out of these blog posts... but I guess it's just getting too exasperating!
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Thursday, August 25, 2011
Spirits of the Sea in Raja Ampat
The first village on our October 2010 Education trip was the tiny
village of Yenbuba on Mansuar Island in the Dampier Strait Area. This village is not drastically dissimilar to the majority
of villages in Raja Ampat, but there was something special here…
The captain was late for our departure from Sorong, and
combined with the weather and waves, it meant arriving at our destination of
Yenbuba in the middle of the night.
Not being sure of the condition of the jetty at Yenbuba, the captain
decided not to take the risk of docking at a new site at night, and went around
the corner (which was not ‘just around the corner’ but a 1.5 hour steam around
to the other side of the island) to find a safe spot to drop anchor until the
crew had a better chance to assess the situation in the morning and possibly move
the boat back around to the dock.
The crew prepared to drop anchor as usual, and when the
captain gave the signal, they let fly… I was roused from my work by alarmed
shouts from the bow as the crew realized that the end of the anchor line wasn’t
secured, and they tried in vain to hold the end of the rope themselves - we learned the hard way the origin of the saying 'the bitter end'! As the last of it slipped through their
hands, we noted the gps position, radar reference and sonar display, but with the combination of the continued
motion of the ship, the swift currents, and the fact that it was dark and we
could take no point of visual reference from land, I realized there was a very small
possibility that our position was accurate and that we might find the anchor.
How it’s possible that anyone would think to toss anchor
without it attached to the ship is absolutely incomprehensible to me… but no
one is placing any blame, although this disastrous situation was a combination
of very blatent human errors…
For four days, with the help of our monitoring team, another
few local volunteer divers, we searched the 50-meter depths for our lost
anchor. (This of course, while the education program continued in the village). Even with the use of the ship’s
sounder, radar, gps and the entire crews’ recollection of the events, we found
no signs of it and so after too many days at too deep depths, we called off the
search. Only later that night did
we find out that during the time we were combing the depths, the village elders
were extremely concerned for us…
Turns out the exact spot that we lost our anchor is the
long-time home of a local sea ghost.
The community believes that our anchor was perhaps taken and hidden by
the ghost, and it was obvious to them that was the reason we were unable to recover it during out exhaustive
search. They apologized… they were
worried about us and should’ve warned us, but were afraid we would think they
were silly backward local traditions.
Of course, how could we know this was not a spot to be messed with… they
didn’t blame us, but suggested that if we wanted to any hope of every finding
our anchor, or if we wanted to apologize to the spirits for dumping it on them
in the first place, it would be best to perform a traditional ceremony. They couldn’t guarantee anything of
course, but it was the right thing to do, so not wanting to disappoint them, we
proceeded with the ceremony.
All this news came to us via a member of our team who is
originally from Yenbuba, who heard through a friend and community member – they
suggested we confer with the local traditional council, and acknowledge our
ignorance and recent awareness of the issue. In order to do this, we had to go to the home of one of the
village elders, where three of the prominent village elders were gathered and
received us. They conversed with
us in bahasa Indonesia and in their local language (through our friend and
team-member), and we all decided, regardless of the fact that we had called off
the search, that it would be best to apologize in case our inappropriate
actions had angered the spirits, however unintentioned.
I thought we were just going for a meeting to decide on the
next steps, but all of a sudden we were in motion… gathering the required elements
for a proper ceremony, and heading into the forest along the path to the
coastal area where the sea spirit roams.
(Of course, I was barefoot, but I figured with all the playing
on a gravel driveway, I could handle it… although I was fine, my feet are
certainly nothing compared to the tough feet of the men who led us – their
thick and gnarled leather soles have no need for shoes – a result of a lifetime
without shoes on any and all surfaces, of the men who led us).
As we traveled into the forest, we were met by the remains
of a previous failed attempt to build a road… a little while later we came face
to face with the reason it failed:
the skeletons of the machines that didn’t make it to the end laid
scattered along the ‘roadside’, silently telling the tale of yet another
example of poorly planned and executed building/construction scheme fraught
with corruption. When I asked how
long ago the road was under construction, the response took me by surprise: 2
years… how quickly the tropical forest and Nature takes back what’s hers.
Without any word, we stopped at the top of the hill when the
elder dropped to his knees and raised his crossed arms over his forehead and
began to speak to the mountain. He
was letting the nature spirits know of our mission to go make an offering and
asking, with the greatest respect, for permission for our safe passage through
the forest. Apparently this is the
first stop on any journey to make an offering, and the place the elder can best
connect to the nature spirits. (I
later found out this hill is now called ‘gunung wartel’ or phonebooth mountain,
because it is the only place you can get a cell signal on the island – ahhh the
irony!)
He got up as though nothing had happened and we carried on
along our way. Finally we broke
free of the disheveled road and to my relief (and that of my poor, easily-toasted
skin) made our way along a pleasantly-shaded, fresh footpath path. When we got to the spot the elder deemed
to be closest to the sea spirits’ home (and the spot we lost our anchor), we
stopped again. This time we waited
as a makeshift temple was created out of completely natural materials (sticks
for the table, with large beach leaves as the offering dishes. (According to the elder the nature
spirits dislike it if any plastic or non-natural materials are used.) Onto the offering dishes were placed
the customary tri-substance medley: siri pinang kapur (betelnut, siri and lime) along with
cigarettes. Had we had more time I
was told that preparations would’ve included yellow rice as well as three
pieces of cloth (one each red, yellow and black).
The offerings to nature and the spirits of the sea, also
called 'kakes' in the local language, were offered in a special ceremony to ask
forgiveness in case we had disturbed the spirits or the balance of nature. The ceremony was lead by the same village
elder and the speech was seemingly indistinguishable from the first time atop
the hill to me (I caught only a few words that I have learned in this local
language). This particular village
elder is said to be the only one to have a direct strong connection to the natural
spirits. Another village elder
then said a prayer (which, of course, I couldn’t distringuish from the previous
‘ceremony’)!
Ok, so we’ve appeased the sea spirit, and we’re getting in
the boat and heading back now, right?
Nope, there is a third ceremony to our ceremonial series, which involves
getting in the boat and going to the actual home of the sea spirit to toss more
offerings directly into the sea, complete with another communion with the spirits.
I certainly hope with all this we were able to appease the
sea spirits, and even if we never do see our anchor again, it was very
interesting to be involved and witness the process, and I felt honoured to be
included. And I wonder if the spirits from Yenbuba were indeed the manifestation of the Spirit which was hatched from the 7th egg from the Raja Ampat creation myth?
I remember the first time I came to Raja Ampat I had the
feeling that there was something truly magical/mystical about this place… That feeling has been slowly degrading over
the last couple years… I can’t believe that the magic has become commonplace to
me, but I would less like to believe that it has been lost to the area. Sitting on the jetty at Yenbuba in the
evening talking about the stories of the elders after a day full of interesting
happenings made me feel it again…but also made me think it will be lost soon…
the new generation more interested in praying to the cellular god than finding
any kind of truly meaningful relationship with the spirits of the sea or cultivating the rich culture and traditions of their people.
Just as a note for those of you reading this and asking if
she’s gone off her rocking with all this talk of sea spirits and ghosts… No, I
don’t necessarily believe in ghosts, but I do believe in the power of belief,
and I respect the beliefs of those areas I visit and people I encounter. I also find it very interesting from an
anthropological stand-point, and would never want to deter anyone from sharing
their traditional stories and beliefs!
Especially those that respect and honour the power and intricacies of
nature and Mother Earth.
Sorry no pics of this, as I said, it was completely
spontaneous, and I didn’t even have the chance to grab shoes let alone a camera!!!
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Friday, July 29, 2011
Five Years!?
Where has the time GONE?
People in Indonesia are always commenting on my bahasa abilities, and asking the next logical question, which is "How long have you been in Indonesia"? I just realized the other day that I was answering FIVE YEARS!
And now here I am headed back again for another indefinite length of time... The place must be addictive... or it's all the cloves... wasn't there a study done a while back that showed cloves to be addictive? And I seem to remember Tim Horton's catching some flack because they were putting cloves in the coffee to keep people coming back for more of the liquid gold?! hmmm... there might be something to this theory!?
People in Indonesia are always commenting on my bahasa abilities, and asking the next logical question, which is "How long have you been in Indonesia"? I just realized the other day that I was answering FIVE YEARS!
And now here I am headed back again for another indefinite length of time... The place must be addictive... or it's all the cloves... wasn't there a study done a while back that showed cloves to be addictive? And I seem to remember Tim Horton's catching some flack because they were putting cloves in the coffee to keep people coming back for more of the liquid gold?! hmmm... there might be something to this theory!?
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