Photo credit to Simon Hilbourne
It
took a little while to find the Bay Islands Conservation Association building,
but in the end, facing the hills and sun was worth it. Today BICA organized a
clean-up on Pumpkin Hill beach, to which volunteers from the Iguana Station and
Whale Shark Center (myself), backpackers, and local Utilians responded; first
thing in the morning, we donned our new t-shirts, clambered into a couple of
trucks, and shipped off to the other side of the island. Hanging onto the
tailgate of the second truck, I watched the jungle pass by as we weaved through
dirt roads and bounded tree roots and puddles to reach this remote beach. Eventually
the scent of the sea caught the breeze and I could loosen my death-grip on the
bedrail.
Trash
bags were passed out and we got to work—although volunteers had reached the
beach before I stepped onto it, there was still an impressive amount of trash
strewn across the sand. Nets, bottles, torn-up flip-flops, and plastic
miscellany had become part of the landscape, and our mission was to remove it,
clearing the beach for sea turtle nesting season. After an hour or so, I was
very happy with our headway, seeing most the garbage was removed from this
small piece of coast; my fellow volunteers had done well working around tidal
marks, rock outcroppings, and sand patches. Satisfied, I moved down the beach
where we had not begun working, and what I saw would have been beautiful had it
not been so appalling.
A
broad spectrum of colors and shapes painted the palate of the shore; the
relatively small amount of assorted plastic waste I’d seen up to this point was
one hundred times multiplied. Greens, blues, reds, yellows, pinks, and purples
created an intricate mosaic—a labyrinth of products dismissed by people long ago
now finding a place on Utila’s shore. Diving into this mess, a new friend of
mine looked back into the field of rubbish, perhaps overwhelmed, and said, “It
looks like we’re barely making an impact.”
Now
I couldn’t help but recall an African folktale I had heard a while ago, in
which a fire broke out in a forest. The animal inhabitants escaped to safety,
but stopped to watch as their home burned. As they sat—defeated, overwhelmed—a
tiny hummingbird went to work; he flew down to the stream, took a few drops of
water in his beak, and flew back to the forest, dropping the moisture onto the
flames. He continued, ignoring the larger animals’ taunts and jokes, animals
that with their bigness could have had a much greater impact on the fire.
Finally, after hearing “What are you doing hummingbird? You’re much too little
to stop the fire” one too many times, he told his fellow animals, “I am doing
what I can.”
I
turned to my friend, “But we are making an impact,” and we continued working, a
veritable sea of waste before us. Altogether, the beach-clean volunteers
collected about forty bags full of trash. Hopefully this will be enough to
allow for the turtles to make their nests—we’ll see in the weeks to come—and hopefully
the rest of the world will join the efforts of the brave hummingbirds working
on Utila.
Thanks Bobby! What a solid effort! Beach clean ups will be going on throughout the year here on Utila as conservation organisations and the local community stand together to try and tackle the garbage build up along Utila's coastline. Come get involved & join us for the next big beach clean up on 27th June!