Well, we have arrived in paradise. But when I tell you that we have forged raging rivers, negotiated collapsed roads and finally waded, waist-deep, through fetid estury waters to get here, I am absolutely not lying! The rain in Mexico has been fenominal - the beach around the turtle compound was completely washed away, and now we are here we are kind of marooned here. In order to write this blog Jon and I have waded to a nearby beach hotel at low tide.
We are living in a tent which is under a thatched area for protection. Our view is over miles of white beach and palm trees are all around us. We sit and watch huge crabs migrate from the estury towards the sea in the evening light. The project is run by Israel, who is a lovely, soft- eyed, man who has turtle conservation at the heart of his soul. His helper is Jorge - who comes over as a little dark in spirit but handles animals fearlessly.
I have seen some baby turtles which were released the first day we got here, but as yet no laying mothers on the beach. We went on a patrol at dawn this morning, but only saw some nests which had been marauded by wild dogs. We will have to get out in the night to save the eggs I think.
There are five volunteers, Jon and me, Cybil and Andrea from Outreach and Kerry who is here for a month with another organisation. There are also a lot of mexican students helping around the compound.
Jon and I have had some air-bed issues and, as yet, have not had a comfortable night's sleep. We spend the cool times of day trying to improve the comfort of our living area, but fight a losing battle with the sand and mosquitoes. Still got some adjusting to do.
It all sounds very exciting and almost romantic - except for the "air bed issues"!! Hope to hear about some successful egg rescues soon and pics would be fantastic when you get some.
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Lots of love Kate and the Cornwall lot xxxxx
Sounds as though it really is the business. Have you had the courage to go on night patrol? Or is it not up to you? Mind you, you might as well if you're not getting any sleep. Just mind the wild dogs. They won't like it if they see you trying to pinch their supper. We've a couple hereof wild dogs. Well, one anyway. High-spirited more than wild I suppose. Glad it (nearly) all seems to be going well.
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