By Christopher Webb. An eerie quiet sets over Pulau Tioman as bags are packed and the volunteers of expedition 7 prepare to go their separate ways. No more shall Yu Lin’s laugh echo round the dive shop. No more shall screams be heard from the boys room as another cockroach is found. Continue reading
By Jon Lange . The livelihood of the local Vezo people is completely dependent on the sea. This is, after all, why we are here: we are providing the science to help the Vezo understand how make the most of what their sea has to offer. But life with the sea can be far from simple, as we found first hand on our first day of this expedition. Continue reading
By Chris Webb. Before I delve into the ongoings of week 4 I feel it’s appropriate to summarise the first half of Expedition 7… Continue reading
By Anna Westland. 4am. I manage to grab my alarm before it goes off – my hut mate gets
cranky enough when I’m up at 7 – and stumble around a bit, looking for
rash vests and bits of my camera….
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By Laurenne Schiller. From this angle, I can observe at least seven distinguishable shades of aquamarine in the ocean below me, and there’s not a cloud in the sky… Continue reading
Totally amazing first week that has flown by because we have not stoppped learning new things-from diving skills and knowledge … Continue reading
by Christiana Hayward. Lying on the jetty looking out over the lagoon towards the barrier reef I marvelled at huge white breakers boiling, crashing, thundering over the reef, unable to hold back the tempest allowing rolling waves into our normally calm lagoon… Continue reading
By Christiana Hayward. By week three of dive camp our science target sites had been chosen and we were on a roll. We had all passed our science tests with the help, care, dogged determination and humour of Nick our field scientist. Continue reading
By Steve Richards. They would come to be known as Team 51, Once the next expedition had truly begun…
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by Daniella Sachs. As I sit on the porch writing this, the almost full moon casts it light on the waves crashing gently on the shore in front of the hut. In the background I can hear the vibrant Gasy music playing at the epibar as I search for the words to describe my experience in Andavadoaka… Continue reading