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Shark! (Under the sea – part 2)

The Great Barrier Reef is arguably THE destination in Australia. Learning to dive at the beginning of the year, this was firmly on my list of places to visit. I had my concerns though, The Great Barrier Reef is under threat, at risk from many directions: climate change, mining, tourism. It may not be all it’s cracked up to be, the parts visited from Cairns by mass tourist vessels, the enormous industry around it with fixed pontoons out at sea and 300 passenger catamarans shuttling back and forth fill me with sadness and fear about the impact that this is having on the very thing it is celebrating. I wonder how long this is sustainable (although it probably has more to fear from the mining industry at the moment, as it dumps waste out at sea). My hope is, however, that it is such a vast entity that at least these pontoons keep tourists in roughly the same place.

In Borneo, just after leaving Indonesia, I went diving, making sure I could still do it, and without my instructor. All went well, despite poor visibility. I saw a turtle for the first time, and a lobster. After a wobble in my confidence around New South Wales I booked a dive while sailing in the Whitsundays (not the best outfit to go with but I did see a reef shark for the first time), I haven’t looked back. Stuck in Townsville and uncertain if I would make it to Cairns, I booked another dive – officially on the Great Barrier Reef here – and it was (as they say) pristine. There was no plastic, no nappies, just sea life. It was a couple of hours off the coast and felt wonderfully remote, a bit of a secret spot. The corals were beautiful. I did, however, learn to dive in Bali. I fear this has, to some extent, ruined me, I cannot be as awe inspired by these wonders, my standards are high, but this was beautiful. A mixed blessing, I finally got to leave Townsville, but on the day I could have dived at the ship wreck Yongala, renowned to be a pretty special place. Arriving at Cairns Easter weekend, with just three days before my flight back to Brisbane, my only option was to book a trip on one of the enormous catamarans out to a pontoon. The weather was ropey, so to be on a small boat may not have been a good idea, as it was the boat I was on was carnage, almost everyone was seasick. The dive briefing was a thorough and professional affair, it turned out there were just three of us diving, this was some relief, at least once under the water it was peaceful. Despite all the commotion on the surface, there remains a good deal of life under the water, a particularly friendly Maori Wrasse, several feet across, greeted me and, ignoring the structural supports, the reef was being looked after and in what seemed like pretty good condition, Tour operators are also required to fulfil various ‘environmental’ checks and demands. The highlight was the turtle, having passed us by several times during the day, just before ascending back to the surface it started having its lunch. We were able to ‘sit’ and watch for some time as it ate algae from the coral, just the three of us within a few feet of each other. It felt a very special thing to be able to do.

One of other great things you can do in Cairns is to go to the Reef Teach talk and adopt your very own marine biologist. From the tiny things to the giants of the sea, it gives a great over view. The extent of the reef is incredible, one of the wonders of the world you can see from space and filled with such variety of living things. One of the parting words for this talk is also about sharks, and it is something that has preoccupied me during my time here, following the Western Australia shark culling programme.

My first go with a Go-Pro...this is where the white tipped reef shark was a split second before (admittedly the visibility wasn't brilliant)

My first go with a Go-Pro…this is where the white tipped reef shark was a split second before (admittedly the visibility wasn’t brilliant)

‘Jaws’ has a lot to answer for, it certainly holds a good deal of responsibility for my own fear of the open water. But with more information and understanding fear is reduced. What is alarming is that much of Australia (and the rest of the world) seems to be acting on the basis of these fears, killing sharks in enormous numbers (that and shark fin soup, which is tasteless admit it China, where sharks fins are cut off and the creature is left to drown). The majority are of no risk to people. When my dive guide at the Whitsundays made the sign for ‘shark’ I have to admit several things ran through my mind, but seeing it was breathtaking. The white tipped reef shark, just a few feet long and with no interest in us, was sleeping on the sea bed. As we approached it swam off, and as it did there was something incredibly tangible about its history and time that it has been here (more than 450 million years). Something so elegant and graceful and a feeling of another time and another world.

I can’t say I’m a fan of sharks now, but I am certainly in awe. They are also at the top of the food chain out there so we need them. Unfortunately too many are being killed, some are near extinction. This is senseless. Sadly around 10 people die each year from shark attacks in the world. In response to this however, 100 million sharks are being killed every year, 100 million!. To put this in context, the most dangerous creature in the world, is the mosquito, responsible for 725,000 deaths each year. In Australia, you are more likely to be killed by a eucalyptus tree than you are a shark. With all the bravado of how dangerous Australia is, it seems to have swallowed its own story, nothing there actually wants to kill you. Cancer, diabetes and heart disease are still responsible for most deaths. Something seems to be getting lost in communication. We need the sharks. We need to be careful venturing into their habitat (as you would with lions and tigers) but killing them all is not the answer. So this is my parting plea, to raise awareness in what small way I can and to be someone who will talk and learn more about sharks. The Western Australian cull has come to an end for now, I only hope that some sense is seen and that the devastation that has been done to many endangered species can have time for repair.

For a beautifully illustrated film of the plight of sharks watch this.

Under the sea

While planning my trip, one of the things I dreamed of was to start the new year in Bali, with an apartment on the beach of white sands and aqua seas. It would be a calm and restorative period after a frenetic dash through Europe, Russia, China and South East Asia. A romantic notion perhaps, based on nothing other than my own imagined ‘Bali’.

Nusa Lembongan (Louise Kenward, 2014)

Nusa Lembongan (Louise Kenward, 2014)

I love the sea. A good part of the reason I chose my flat in Bexhill was to be close to the sea. It was always a height of excitement to be the first to spot it on a journey to the coast (my recollection was also that this was often in St Leonards after visiting an elderly relative!). Camber sands were a favourite, and admittedly hard to beat. I still have a book that was a present from my nan. ‘Wizwam and me under the sea’ was one of those books that had my name in the text, along with friends and family. It took me on a journey with a man in (rather alarmingly) a large pointy hat, long white beard and floor length heavy cloak (we would have drowned for sure). We met all manner of sea creatures and it was one of the most magical and treasured things on my bookshelf. Still is.

I’ve always swum and love watching fish, everywhere I’ve lived has eventually had a pond or been close to water. I find it calming, hypnotic almost, and on a trip to the Caribbean over 10 years ago had my first introduction to ‘the sea’ with a chance to go snorkelling. It was, however, one step too far. I hated the notion I did not have any peripheral vision and an unmitigated fear of the sea’s ‘largeness’ overcame me. I saw nothing I couldn’t see from standing up to my knees in water and looking downwards.

The notion of scuba diving has thus been one of those longed for aspirations, held with awe and wonder.

Nusa Lembongan (Louise Kenward, 2014)

Nusa Lembongan (Louise Kenward, 2014)

In Thailand, off the island of Phi Phi at the end of last year, I went snorkelling. Jumped off the back of the boat and floated face down for what could have been hours. It was singularly the most exhilarating and colourful sight I may ever have seen. I had no sense of time, captivated by this whole new world beneath me. Last week I completed my PADI Open Water Diving course.

Nusa Lembongan will now always have a place in my heart. I brazenly booked onto the course the week before while in Ubud. I also booked a beachfront room. It truly was beachfront. I fell off of the boat from Sanur and onto the verandah. I could watch the sunset from sitting on the bed and listened to the sound of the sea while I fell asleep. It really was charming. On my second day I turned up to start the course. Kitting up I sustained my first serious injury, taking a lump out of a knuckle putting on my wetsuit. Most of the day was spent feeling awkward and ungainly, like a giant baby duckling, ridiculous feet and severely top heavy. The equipment took some getting used to. As you will know if you read my last post I haven’t any recollection of ever feeling seasick. My first open water trip was hardly five minutes away and I felt awful. It was better once in the water but the sea was really rough. I eventually sunk to the bottom (buoyancy is apparently something I have a particular natural aptitude for, not necessarily a helpful one when trying to sink). Feeling ropey and now confronted with the very real issue of being under water at depth and the largeness of the sea, I promptly went back up again and sat on the boat, progressively feeling worse while waiting for the rest of the group to return from their ‘fun dive’. The second day was worse. I was gutted. A part of me thought that this may have been it. I had given it a good go but would have to stick to the surface for future aquatic aspirations.

Dream beach, Nusa Lembongan (Louise Kenward, 2014)

Dream beach, Nusa Lembongan (Louise Kenward, 2014)

Enter ‘Wizwam’…South African dive instructor he had neither pointy hat or white beard, but he took me under his wing and I had what seemed like undivided attention for the next three days. This was promptly after I literally did, fall out the boat, landing on my backside. There’s no dignified recovery from that. It probably wasn’t the best of first impressions. Ursula Andews I was not. Learning all the theory and practising all the skills I needed in the pool, helped to put everything in perspective. It also got me a bit more used to the equipment and the new sensations that come with using it. All I had to do now was overcome my fear…

Getting in the water is fine (that was one of the things I expected to be a bit more bothered about), I even did a full backward roll once or twice. Again, sinking was an issue. Heavily weighted down it goes against your very nature not to take an almighty deep breath in before going under! Still, with patience I did indeed make it down there. It was like being in an aquarium. The water was a beautiful aquamarine and the white sands, beautiful corals and stunning abundant fish life made me feel like one of those little models of scuba divers you see in fish tanks. This is an incredible world. Most of my time was spent, however, concentrating on breathing (I know!), equalising (making sure internal air pressures adjust as you are exposed to greater outside pressure) which involves the sort of things you do when you fly, like swallowing. Swallowing is much harder under water. So my internal world was a little less calm and tranquil than the world around me. Two dives down and I have noted in my log book that I have seen parrot fish, chromis, wrasse, anenome fish, surgeon, sergeant fish, a trumpet fish, goat fish, lion fish and a nudi branch! woo hoo! This is brilliant! But tomorrow is my deep dive.

I go through the same process of excitement and terror. This is not helped by the previous evenings after dinner conversation of sharks, nitrogen narcosis and sudden death. That diving sense of fun! Very little has remained in my stomach for any length of time all week. I woke up at 4am. Joining the rest of the divers out on the ‘big boat’ was great though. Chance to chat and see the ‘regular’ person who goes diving while abroad. I also don’t have many skills left now to sign off, most of the hard work has been done leaving me to focus on breathing, swallowing and sinking. How hard can that be?

Two nearly hour long dives to 18 metres later and I’m totally smitten and have achieved everything I needed to do in the water to qualify. I’ve seen trigger fish, cornet fish, striped cat fish, butterfly fish and anthias, had lovely conversations with other people who dive ‘for fun’ and seen two beautiful reefs off the coast of Nusa Lembongan and Nusa Penida. My heady state of euphoria is only maintained with a relaxing afternoon walk up to the Mangrove to sit mesmerised at the calmness of the lapping sea as I drink my mango lassi and then get whisked away by the charming Baxty for a row around the Mangrove Forest.

Seaweed farming, Nusa Lembongan (Louise Kenward, 2014)

Seaweed farming, Nusa Lembongan (Louise Kenward, 2014)

My local, the fabulous Eco Deli (Louise Kenward, 2014)

My local, the fabulous Eco Deli (Louise Kenward, 2014)

Bali, and indeed Nusa Lembongan has been all I hoped and more. Having spent a week there (one of my longest stops in four months) I feel quite at home, a part of the furniture almost. Alas I am not and I need to get the boat back to Bali Monday for my flight to Borneo. This is some solace to be leaving the island with and I make plans to find a dive centre when I reach Kota Kinabalu. This is not something I will give up on easily!