I've been in Bocas Del Toro for around a week and its rained pretty much the entire time. Its lovely and warm and I've been immersed in my spanish classes so its not really mattered, but I was well and truely ready for some sun.
I organised to head out with a couple of other ladies from class to do a boat tour for the day. We did a few stops along the way and then spent two hours at Zapatilla (zap-a- tee-ya) beach which is this spectacular white sand caribean island. The sun was out, it was a spectcular day and I'd be lying if I didn't tell you that we all were wallowing in the fantastic weather.
It turned out not to be the highlight of the day however....
OMG - I've spent time at a Turtle Hatchery in Borneo, however to just come across a hatching turtle next in the wild was pretty amazing.
What was more amazing however was the beach goers response.
There was maybe 30-40 people on the beach. Adults, kids and a real mix of nationalities and races. As soon as it became apparent what we were seeing everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, created this path to the water for these baby turtles. People lined the path, flipped the baby turtles back over if they ended up on their backs, made sure they made the water and even kept up the corridor in the water so the turtles made the kelp beds which was about 25 metres off the beach.
If you don't know - about 1-3% of a turtle hatch survives to adulthood. Around 50% of them don't make the water. Birds of course are their biggest predator but there was people yesterday ensuring that 100% of the hatch-lings made the water. People were even going back to their boat, grabbing their life jacket and using it to support themselves so they could get out into the deep to keep the corridor to the kelp beds going. And the best thing - its just happened.
Everyone just came together and made sure these baby turtles got out to the kelp where their coloring means they are camouflaged and the birds have almost zero chance of seeing them in the water. Of course they still have the ocean predators to contend with but effectively we all gave these babies a MUCH higher chance of survival by just making sure they made the ocean and the kelp.
It was stunning how the fact that there was maybe 15 nationalities, 6 or 8 races, at least 10 different languages and NONE OF IT MATTERED. I sit here typing wondering that if during a time like that - when you are saving lives (which is exactly what we were doing) that race, colour or creed doesn't matter, how can it matter in everyday life. It really shows that we learn hate. We learn how to live our lives in our own bubble, but when push comes to shove - if you don't have time to think about it - IT DOESN'T MATTER.
Makes you think.....