Irian Jaya - Untouched Diving ParadiseIsland LifeMary Jelliffe - Summer 2002When friends with a pioneering spirit of adventure invited me to join them on an exploratory dive trip to Irian Jaya,i didn't need to think twice.En citing tales of massive schools of fish and undiscovered reefs were unnecessary. This would be my first venture aboard a purpose built dive boat, known within the diving industry as a "Liveaboard" I had all the usual novice's apprehensions about lack of [personal space and my capabilities as a seaman,but these minor concerns were swept aside by powerful instinct to get off the beaten track. Irian jaya (Papua Marat),Indonesia's western half of the island of New Guinea,remains largely unexplored,above and below the waves.We were to sail around the Raja Empat Islands,in the far northwest of Irian,a remote area of wild beauty that is rarely visited by foreigners,and where the opportunities for exploratory diving are endless. Our crew, emanating from many of Indonesia's multi cultured islands,shared an enthusiasm for being at sea that was contagious. Brought up in a country with more sea than land, Indonesians refer to their homeland as tan ah air kita-our land and sea. Good seamanship and love of the ocean are in their blood. Our spacious bugis schooner the sea safari lll boasted three separate decks with a total os 12 cabins 10 below deck and two bridge deck staterooms-all air-conditioned with en suite bathrooms and hot showers. Our group of 11-16 men, five women-ate like there was no tomorrow with four good meals a day-plus hot drinks,cookies and cakes always available. Diving makes you hungry!An air-conditioned dining room seats 24.In addition,there's library,TV and video area,gift shop, satellite phone and laundry service. It's luxury home away from home. And we were off first stop!. Word War ll Wreck The wreck, now completely encrusted with marine organisms,is almost intact,and we could easily identify the stainless steel machine guns in the wings. We were told that three American pilots needing somewhere to crash land singled out Wai Island,with its idyllic white sand beaches and palm trees. All three pilots survived, later rescued from their tropical island paradise by a passing submarine. I suspect has been embellished and romanticized over the years. A tasseled wobbegong,a shark common to these waters,studied me from a ledge,like a bearded old man watching the world go by,as I photographed the plane.Its mottled camouflage,like desert army fatigues,hid it from my view until I was out of film,but we would see many more wobbegongs in the following days. Breath In; Breath Out Patches of lime green lettuce corals overlapped each others,like cabbages in an overgrown vegetable garden.The reef top pulsed with hundreds of thousands of fairy basslets. Turquoise blue damselfish darted into the safety of their table coral each time I breathed out,returning to the open water as I breathed in it was like watching a heartbeat pumping fish in and out of the coral table. A team of researchers from Conservation International recently conducted a survey of the Raja Empat Islands.Dr Gerry Allen,author of marine fishes of Tropical Australia and Southern Asia,broke his own record the numbers of fish species recorded on a single dive he identified 283 species of coral fish on one dive in these islands!Incredibly,on the same survey,researchers also broke the world record for the number of the coral species on one dive.John Vernon,scientist at the Australian Institute of Marine Science said"never before in the world have researchers found 400 coral species in one dive." The Raja Empat Islands look set to be declared a Unesco World Heritage site. Meteor of Light Early morning armed with binoculars and rivers of mosquito repellent,we set off in search of these now rarely seen birds.The brightly coloured males display the magnificent plumage during spectacular mating dances in regular places of courtship, known as"singing trees". We followed our guide through old cocoa plantations skirting untouched rainforest. We walked in silence,but the forest buzzed with our anticipation. Shafts of early morning sunlight squeezed through the upper canopy,high above us. The silence was broken by the low,guttural calls of noisy hornbills flying overhead. Crouched on a carpet of fallen leaves at the foot of a" singing tree " we strained our necks upwards in the directions indicated by our excited guide. Flashes of startling crimson,white and yellow darted among the lush green foliage " like a meteor whose body,cutting through the air,leaves a trail of light ". In the spellbinding atmosphere of dense primal jungle,we shared the excitement and enchantment inherent in this description,written over 150 years ago by Rene Lesson,the first naturalist to observe birds of paradise in the wild in 1824. Patchwork of colour A movement in the water above me caught my attention. Sheets of hundreds of thousands of tiny sardines swept in waves along the reef edge. I drifted through them. Blankets of glistening silver flipped and switched to shiny metallic blue,as they swooped and rose and fell in all directions around me .I had seen films of massive schools of sardines moving in this way,but nothing had prepared me for the magical beauty of this shimmering mass of silvery blues gliding in unison. Raw Beauty Highly Poisonous Copyright © - Kararu Dive Voyages - All Rights Reserved |
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