Sunday, May 20, 2012
Lessons in Sustainability: Caye Caulker
Like I wrote a few posts ago, this blog is mostly for my own use as a journal. I like to keep track of what I was doing and when. I also use it as a scratch pad to think through ideas in writing. This post is an example.
I am en route to Costa Rica for an international faculty development seminar, "Lessons in Sustainability." We will use Monteverde as a case study of how development for ecotourism has posed challenges for the community.
Preparing for this has me thinking about Caye Caulker. I have taken >100 NSU students here since 1999 for classes on "Tropical Ecology" and "Coral Reef Ecology", and have taught my online class, "Environmental Problems" while based here. So I have this little island much in mind as I study for the seminar.
The seminar could very well be conducted here. While the specific issues are site-specific, the general topic is pertinent. Let me start with a brief natural history of this island.
Caye Caulker is small, about 0.5 km wide (east-west) and a few km long (north south). My guess is that the highest points are 2 metres ASL, with most laying lower. It is just (~1 km) inside the Belize barrier reef, the longest such reef in the hemisphere and 2nd only to Australia's globally. That reef protects the island from much of the wave damage from tropical storms.
I was here twice before Hurricane Keith struck in October, 2000. It was a powerful hurricane and did considerable damage.
Many trees were killed, and the few large survivors were severely damaged. The concrete and steel breakwater at the "split" between the settled south of the island and the nearly uninhabitated north was smashed.
Here is a photo of that structure I took two days ago:
The remnants are visible on the right.
Many wood homes were damaged. Rebuilding tended to be with rebar-reinforced concrete and two or more floors. Power lines were knocked over.
I often wish I had taken photos before Keith for comparison with after. Alas, I did not. So I took several photos of the village on Friday (May 18) and I'll post some here. I'll start with infrastructure basics: power, water. Then food and livelihood, concluding with tourism. I'll finish with telecommunication infrastructure.
BEL sign:
The generator in this building, put up after Keith, has proven inadequate for increasing demand. Ever larger and more numerous diesel generators have been barged to the island:
Barge dock by the BEL plant (and BWS, BTL, fuel station, beverage warehouse); note the man in the foreground dredging by hand to make the morage deep enough:
Fuel station for motor vehicles:
This gas station is new. Until recently, people used bicycles and electric "Golf carts" for transportation (not that everything is not within walking distance). Gas and diesel were sold off the dock for boats, and the few people with trucks refueled out of jugs carried from the fisherman's dock. No more! They can pull their truck up and top the tank. Both fuels are about $11 Belize (~US $ 5.50) per gallon.
The beverage warehouse is located in this area, too:
A tourist town consumes many crates of beer and soda. A tractor pulls a trailer to haul crates around the village:
Glass bottles have a cash deposit, plastic ones do not. Many end up in the mangrove swamp, here just feet from the beverage warehouse:
The bottling company has paid for trash receptacles on the beach and in areas frequented by tourists:
but the rest of the village makes due with signs like this:
and warnings like this:
There is a town dump. It is in the mangrove swamp by the airstrip. The trash is piled up and burned. The well-heeled tourists who arrive for their vacations by plane are greeted with the sight and smell of burning plastic trash. It is the first thing they see on the island. Village leaders have discussed moving the dump for many years. It is not practical.
Also on the back side of the island, away from where tourists usually walk, is the newest part of the island infrastructure: the Belize Water Service reverse osmosis treatment plant. Ground water is purified and piped to customers from this imposing hurricane-resistant building:
The cost to customers is high, and local people balk at paying. For decades, since the advent of corrugated metal roofing, villages have collected rain water in large wooden cisterns. Many are still in use:
Some families double up to hold water through the long dry season:
The other water source many families use are wells. Well water has a peculiar odor. Local people say it is due to rotting mangrove vegetation and harmless. I (on no evidence) note that wells are often located near septic tanks, which is the method used for sewage disposal. Personally, I drink bottled water. Which comes in plastic bottles from that beverage warehouse (photos above). Is this sustainable?
On to food. The land is not suitable for growing crops, although raised beds for herbs and some vegetables are found. Villagers have long grown two species of food palm. Coconuts (Cocos nucifera) are ubiquitous. Date palms (Phoenix dactylifera) used to be commonly grown, but now there are only a few left on the island. Here is a home with both species, behind a fence made of palm leaf sheaths:
Fishing has been the main source of animal protein for, well, probably thousands of years. I am not aware of archeology work on Caye Caulker, but the next island to the north, Ambergris Caye, has Maya ruins from the Classic era. Records of the village date to the mid-19th century when Mestizo refuges from the Caste Wars of the Yucatan arrived. (If you missed that war in your history course, here is a link to a brief overview: http://ambergriscaye.com/pages/mayan/castewar.html.) Fishing has been the principle economic activity since then. The fishermen of Caye Caulker formed a cooperative in 1960 (http://www.bfca.bz/coop_history.php), which has been successful in sustaining the lobster industry for half a century.
Fishermen build traps with wood of the chit palm (Thrinax radiata) that look like this:
The season is regulated. Right now the season is closed so traps are stored and under repair as needed:
Here is that fisherman's house:
Note the raised height for hurricane surges and to provide a dry place to clothes to hang after wash.
Here are fishing boats:
There are several food stores in the village. The older stores, the ones I remember from before Hurricane Keith, look like this:
In the past decade, several larger supermarkets owned and operated by Belizeans of Chinese descent have opened, such as this one:
Note the many electric wires over the street. These supply the current for the freezers and refrigerators:
which carry a wide variety of imported foods, such as this selection of cheeses:
Air conditioners are becoming common. This strikes me as pointless, as the constant breezes off the Caribbean moderate the temperature so that the air rarely hits 90 F / 32 C. Tourists apparently expect these electricity hogs, and more and more villages install them as well:
Tourists began coming to Caye Caulker in the 1970s. Snorkeling and SCUBA diving form the basis of the tourist experience:
Here on the dock, divers prepare for the dive to come with coffee in styrofoam cups:
But the divers don't dwell on such contradictions, at least I don't:
This was the first tourist hotel built after Hurricane Keith:
Notice that is is tall and made of concrete. It has AC for each unit and a swimming pool. This seems to be the future of tourist accomodations on Caye Caulker. While no where near the size of the resorts up the coast from Ambergris Caye to Cancun, they are much larger than the cabanas the predominated in the 1990s:
Tourists have some nostalgia for the past, which is accommodated with palapas made with leaves of the bayleaf palm (Sabal mauritiiformis):
These palm huts look authentic, but bayleaf grows in the rainforests of the mainland, not the Cayes or coast. Also, harvest of bayleaf palm leaves for tourist palapas is not sustainable: leaves are being harvested faster than they grow in the forest.
To
urist demands change over time. Here is a sign outside Marin's restaurant, the first catering to tourists:
Caye Caulker has 3G mobile phone coverage and internet access through Belize Telecommunications, Limited (BTL), housed in a hurricane-resistant building near the back of the island:
Infrastructure is expanding to serve residents and tourists alike:
This creates new job opportunities, such as for Golf Cart repair:
and laundry services:
The village council is working on the challenges of development, such as by having a traffic control committee:
Seeing this Dodge Ram truck with V8 motor makes me smile, as it seems so large for a village so tiny.
What does the future hold for development on Caye Caulker in the second decade after Hurricane Keith? Only Jehovah knows:
Location:
Caye Caulker, Belize
Saturday, May 19, 2012
More diving
Just another day in paradise.
Woke up about 5 am, but had trouble feeling wide awake so I drank coffee in my room for a but. Had breakfast (Huevos Rancheros, at Sobre de Olas) and drank more coffee.
Walked the few steps (~100 metres) to Frenchies and get my gear ready for another trip to the reef in front of San Pedro, Ambergris Caye. A thought 16 lbs of lead was too much yesterday despite my being, uh, heavy ("overweight" is apt. I couldn't zip the back of my XL wetsuit). And the wetsuit was a 3 mm full suit, so I was pleased to be able to ask for "just" 14 lbs of lead today.
Different group than yesterday--six in total, plus Greg as divemaster.
Here we are getting ready to go in the morning sunshine:
Greg is the man on dock in board shorts.
First dive was nice and easy. Plenty of nurse sharks, snapper and grouper to watch.
Surface interval was back in San Pedro. I walked around a bit. The new Tropic air terminal at the San Pedro airport is big--and two stories! Wow. I have not spent much time in San Pedro since a week visiting friends who lived there, back in 2001. The whole town feels larger and more crowded.
For the second dive, I traded weight belts with a skinny guy who dove without any neoprene. He said he needed more than his 12 and I thought I could get by with 12 despite outweighing him by 50 lbs (and all fat) plus having the 3 mm full suit. Yes, getting confident.
And justified. No problems descending. Yeah for me.
A highlight early in the dive was seeing a manta ray. Only my second ever. This one was small, by manta ray standards, but still big for a ray. He left me swim fairly close (~7 metres). Wished I had my underwater camera.
We saw several more nurse sharks and observed mating behavior by a group. One large female and three medium-sized males. Fun to watch. They were busy with each other and so did not seem to mind my approaching close to watch while remaining nearly motionless. Yes, my buoyancy was good today!
Even when my tank finally got to 500 psi, I did not need any more weight. The safety stop was easy. I was rather proud of myself. After not diving at all since 2010, and only one 1-tank dive that whole year, I feared that my skills would be atrocious.
Unusual for me, I was first on the boat after the second dive. No reason, it just worked out that way. I took the opportunity to snap a few photos of my dive buddies getting their gear off in the water and climbing back aboard:
As we prepared to return to Caye Caulker, we spotted a boat with engine trouble. The crew stopped to help. Fuel line problem our skipper could fix:
While he did that, we chatted with the passengers on the distressed boat:
They seemed very relaxed. They were soon on their way back to the island.
We soon arrived back at Caye Caulker ourselves.
I took a shower in my room, then walked down to the Rainbow restaurant for lunch (snapper--tasty!). After the large meal at 3 pm I was tired and so took a nap for a couple of hours.
When I woke up, I assembled my dirty laundry (not much) and took it to Marie's on middle street. I then walked about a bit, following up on my strolls yesterday but without the camera. On a seemingly deserted street someone called my name. It was Mia! Dr. Revels is the ornithologist at my University. She is in Belize with some friends from Arkansas and happened to be on Caye Caulker today to snorkel. We chatted and made plans to meet for dinner at Wish Willy.
Alas, at supper time when we all met up there, it was closed. The chef, Maurice, has taken the day off to run errands in Belize City. Oh, well. Maybe next time.
Friday, May 18, 2012
Diving Ambergris Caye
I woke up at dawn this morning to the sound and aroma of Frenchie brewing coffee in the lobby. The sky was light and the birds were singing at 5:30 am when I went for my first mug. I drank a couple more, then dressed the walk down Front street for a breakfast of fry jacks, beans and scrambled eggs from a street vendor.
My instructions from Dominic were to arrive at the dive shop at 9 am. Dominic is the son of Frenchie. He runs the office, as his mother once did before she retired.
I checked out equipment. I own dive gear, but it is too bulky and heavy to take with me (recall the photo of me trying to get out of the apartment yesterday). So I use theirs.
Here is the scene on the dock as we finish our preparations:
There are eight of us divers and two dive masters, both of whom remember me. We head north inside the reef for about half and hour until we are off San Pedro, the town on Ambergris Caye. Three-story hotels line the beach. We pause to get most of our gear on, then cross through a cut in the barrier reef and go outside. To me, the sea is astonishingly calm. We gear up and do our back-rolls into the ocean. I have not dove since December, 2010 and so am rusty. And forgetful. I do my back roll without placing the regulator in my mouth. Oops. I surface, laugh at myself and insert the reg in where it belongs before descending to the bottom. I have no problem equalizing my ears but focus on remembering basic dive skills as I descend. I notice four nurse sharks circling but ignore them. Another diver assumes I did not see them and so points. I signal OK. Well, maybe I ought to spend a little time enjoying the fish.
The dive is terrific. The water is warm (82oF/28 oC or so). Healthy corals and fish. We make a triangle shape back to the mooring buoy the boat is tied to. I do not use all my air, and have no problem making a safety stop. Not bad for a year and a half above the sea!
We are so close to San Pedro that we go there for the surface interval. Karl ties up the boat to the water taxi dock and we disembark to walk around. I'll share some snapshots on my short time in San Pedro.
Boat on dock; Karl stays with it:
Front street on a rainy day. Notice the pavement!
The Jaguar Temple nightclub and the new town clock tower in the town square:
Remember how I am dressed:
That photo was taken by this lady.
She and her son (next to her) were selling wood carvings to tourists. They tried to get me to buy one, but of course I had no money on me, dressed as I was. I said it was back in Caye Caulker. She proposed that I buy an item and take her son to Caye Caulker on the dive boat, and then send him and the money back on the water taxi. I quickly lost what little respect I had remaining for her after seeing her other business venture. she has a coatimundi tied by string to the leg of her table. For US$1, tourists can set it on their shoulders for a photo. Please, do not do this! It only encourages the collection of baby mammals by shooting the mother.
We got back on the boat after our safety surface interval:
and headed back to the reef, leaving San Pedro and their street vendors behind.
We used a mooring buoy to tie the boat to. Use of these reduces the need to anchor, which can damage the reef.
I think you can tell I was excited to go back under the sea!
I was especially happy not to be snorkelling, as these people were doing in the Hol Chan marine reserve:
I snorkelled back in December, shortly after my back surgery when my surgeon didn't want me diving. Fun, but not anywhere near as cool as diving.
On this dive, I paid more attention to marine life. Acropora coral was growing well. Some white- and yellow- band disease but not much. Minimal bleaching. No lionfish, fortunately. Some parrotfish but fewer than I am used to. More algae--not good. Algae smothers the corals, eventually killing them. Fertilized by effluent running off from San Pedro? Lack of sufficient numbers of algae-eating fish?
We did see a few other cool fish, like a spotted drum. All in all, a very nice dive.
We headed back in through the Hol Chan cut and went south to Caye Caulker, arriving back at the Frenchies dock wet and tired but happy.
I showered and ate grilled fish for lunch at the Rainbow. Delicious and reasonable. I spent the afternoon walking around and taking photos of island infrastructure. I'll share those in another post. I'll finish this one with a photo of the sunset as seen at the split. Another couple staying here put their camera on a tripod and were using a cable shutter to get long exposure times--when the tour boat run by Ras Creek came by. Oh, well.
Tomorrow, another day of diving.
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Thursday, May 17, 2012
Tulsa to Caye Caulker
Travel day today.
Woke up in the dark, a little before 6 am CDT at home in the apartment. My son (6th grader) got up on his own and walked his dog as I was stirring. I made coffee and talked to him about his after-school plans (horse-riding with my wife, naturally). He rides well. Here is a photo of him from a few days ago:
After he left for the school bus, I went to wake my wife, Rhea. She was going to drive me to the Tulsa airport for my mid-morning flight to Belize.
I did not exactly pack light. My main bag had wheels, fortunately, as it weighed 49 lbs. It has a tent, bedroll, clothes, field equipment and such. My backpack probably weighed more as it had everything fragile (binoculars, etc.) plus books and such. Cameras were in a second bag over my shoulder. Under my arm was a tube with huge posters of jaguars as gifts for people who have made it possible for me to study wildlife in Belize. Pockets full of documents, and of course coffee in hand. A lot to carry, but I was happy!
Check-in with United was easy. Rhea and I sat and chatted for a while in the airport. We usually travel together and so this parting was melancholy. She has to work and take care of the horses and so could not accompany me this time.
Screening by TSA was a hassle, I had to unpack my pockets and bags and so took up a half-dozen of the plastic bins. After the scan, I got a pat-down and then a swab of my hands for residue. None found, of course, and TSA officials were polite throughout. Glad I gave myself plenty of time and so was relaxed during the procedure.
The jet to Houston was smallish Embrauer, like the one in the background of this photo, so I had to gate-check my backpack. I watched nervously as it was loaded:
In Houston, we had a larger Boeing 737. Here it is being loaded at the gate, with another in the background:
The flight to Belize was full. My seat-mates were interesting. In the window seat was a young woman studying to be a Physician's Assistant going down to do medical mission work in Independence, Stann Creek district. The middle seat was held by a retired photographer from California volunteering to assist in archaeological excavation at Cahal Pech in the Cayo district. Neither has been to Belize before; I've been about 20 times and so they had plenty of questions for me.
Immigration had a long line as our plane landed just after the American flight from Dallas. No problems, though. In the baggage claim area, a band was playing Belizean music for us to enjoy while we waited. My checked bag came and I queued for customs. No problems. I made my was to the main part of the terminal and bought a one-way ticket for the Tropic Air flight to Caye Caulker. Re-checked the big bag and again went through security to the departure lounge. Relaxed, and not crowded as the passengers boarding the American and United flights back north to Texas had already left. Here is the United flight on the runway as we prepared to board our Tropic flight to the cayes:
Yes, it was raining. That was my excuse for paying for a flight versus taking the water taxi from Belize City.
Here is Caye Caulker from the air as we approached the little island just inside the barrier reef:
We landed and three of us deplaned (the rest of the passengers were continuing on to Ambergris Caye) as they sorted our bags from the rest:
We walked to the terminal building and looked for taxis:
The other two had the foresight to have their hotel arrange one. Alas, I did not (having planned to come by water taxi). Fortunately, Abel, owner of Frenchies Dive Shop, happened to drive by on his golf cart and recognize me. He offered me a ride to my hotel, the Ocean Pearl Royale. It is located a half block from Frenchies and owned by Abel's brother. I got out of the golf cart, thanked Abel for the ride, and went to the front desk:
While I had not been a guest since December, 2010, it felt like coming home. I dropped my bags, changed to sandals, shorts and t-shirt and went to the dive shop to reserve my place on the morning dive. Walked around town, but rain clouds were building as the sun set so I got take-out food and came back to my room. To write this. Enjoy!
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Catching up
My last post here was to describe a field trip to Red slough Wildlife Management Area in McCurtain County, Oklahoma. I was invited by Dr. Chris Butler of the University of Central Oklahoma. It was a great trip, but I was in agony throughout. I had twisted my back in a slip on ice while bringing water to my horses a few weeks earlier and the pain was not going away. It was getting worse. This set off 2011 as a rather horrid year for me as the pain went up and my capacity to do anything physical went down.
I had surgery on September, 2011 and have been recovering since. I was able to make one field trip to Belize in December, 2011. But I was still quite limited.
In 2012, I have worked hard to recuperate. I have run three 5 kilometer races and rode amy horse, Cote' as "hippotherapy."
The pain running down my right sciatic track has not gone away, but it is manageable. I'm ready for more field time!
The next few blog entries describe my trip to Belize and Costa Rica. I am writing them as they occur and intend them primarily as a journal to help me remember what I did when. I am making it public for friends and family, but anyone is welcome to read and comment. When (not if!) I make errors, please let me know so I can correct them.
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