THE FIRST LARGE-SCALE SURVEY OF EAST AFRICA'S CORAL REEF FISH
Their expedition included fourteen survey regions from the iSimangaliso Wetlands National Park in South Africa to Malindi in central Kenya, including some iconic diving destinations such as Sodwana Bay, Quirimbas Archipelago and Zanzibar Island. Their observations are encouraging and at the same time concerning. Personally I find it encouraging that the team decided to do this on their initiative, that they pushed on while facing enormous challenges, and that they found support when they needed it most. This is their story – Ed.
With the stadium lights of Durban fading into the night and the water lapping at the side of the boat, hopes were high for our small team. Little did we know this would be our last night of restful sleep for a long while. Using a minimal budget and a team of six divers, one filmmaker, a boat and its crew, our aim was to conduct a survey of the reef fishes and corals spanning 3 500 km of coastline from northern South Africa to northern Kenya over 4 months. Ultimately we wanted to provide a quantitative baseline dataset for the entire East African region – to improve our knowledge of the coral reef ecosystems.
It was quite an ambitious idea, but after much cajoling and the promise of adventure, we eventually had our team – and what we thought would be our vessel. David Livingstone once wrote, “If you have men who will only come if they know there is a good road, I don’t want them. I want men who will come if there is no road at all.” This quote became a mantra over the next few months.
Due to rough seas, seasickness took hold not long after leaving Durban harbour. Most on board were a deep shade of green, and within a few days, the weather turned from mildly unpleasant to downright terrifying. We found ourselves at the front of a major storm off Leven Point on South Africa’s North Coast. To make matters worse, our engine broke down and over the next 12 hours the storm grew to a force with wind speeds exceeding 100km/h and 20ft waves that snapped our boom. Just one week into our trip and we found ourselves limping into Richards Bay with a broken boat.
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There, we had to divide the team up – three heading to Mozambique to begin the survey dives while the rest remained awaiting repairs and spare parts. The plan was to reunite in Tofo where we would have to dive aggressively before cyclone season hit. In a week we managed to get the boat into seaworthy shape. Spirits were high as we sailed up towards Mozambique, but testing times were still ahead.
Crawling towards Tofo on the Mozambique coast late one night, there was an ominous ‘thunk’ from the bowels of the boat. Our hearts sank and the engine stopped working once and for all. This boat wasn’t going on any expedition. We had to abandon ship, remove all our gear and head for dry land where we installed our entire team in a small house kindly offered to us in Inhambane. Marooned there, we struggled to find justification for this faltering expedition.
I firmly believe in Karma, and maybe we racked up a boatload of it, because just when we felt we must abandon all hope we were given a gift. The crew from OA2, who had heard about our situation, offered us their 82-foot power-driven catamaran to continue our expedition. All we had to do was wait a month in our little Mozambican shack in the heat of Christmas.
With the arrival of the boat after that long drawn out month of kicking up beach sand and agonising over our next move, we approached the project like people possessed. Our new team of 11 (boat crew and survey team combined) moved along Mozambique’s shoreline towards the spectacular Quirimbas islands and we made up for lost time by conducting 8 dives a day for weeks on end, unless bad visibility or weather forced us to take a break.
Our greatest challenge was finding all the dive locations. More often than not we were working on scant information in areas that had not been dived before. Making decisions on which direction to head in, which side of an island to dive off or how much time to spend on a certain location became a stress-filled ritual. We quickly learned not to second-guess our decisions or spend precious time agonising over unpredictable outcomes. Every hour that went by served to remind us how far we still had to go and how little time we had.
Everyone dug deep into their physical, mental and financial reserve. To say this wasn’t a pleasure cruise would be an understatement. But we slowly ticked off the dive sites, edging our way through the 2,500km of Mozambique’s coastline and into Tanzanian waters, up through Zanzibar and Pemba islands and past Pangani. Each time we crossed out another site, our hopes rose. You could still feel the tension when we hit minor setbacks like sickness, fatigue and losing team members to their real jobs, but as the days went by the atmosphere lifted. We crossed into Kenya and lumbered into Malindi, our last stop after deciding to forgo Lamu due to potential piracy issues. Turning around to recover all our missed dive sites, there was a definite feeling that somehow, we might just be able to complete this expedition.
Before embarking, a mentor told us to write down everything we thought could possibly happen to us on this expedition. Ultimately most of the worst-case scenarios, like the storm, the breakdowns and having to abandon ship, came to fruition, and we could finally talk about them with gay abandon. I think the universe has a way of dropping you down a peg, forcing you to face greater challenges, and overcoming them. Maybe that is what adventure is all about: Not letting your fears and failures alter the course that you have chosen.
In February 2013, weather-beaten, smelly and a little skinnier, we made it back to the safety of Cape Town harbour. We had managed a grand total of 224 survey dives and 26 recreational and filming dives in rapid succession. We were beat, but we were successful and that would not have happened without the help of so many different people who fed, housed, motivated and encouraged us. I find we come across the same kinds of people with every expedition we take, and we tell ourselves that if we ever come across people in similar situations, we will take them in. You have no idea the difference it makes.
So after all that drama, what did we end up discovering?
While no two dives were the same, a common thread emerged as we analysed the data for over a year. Encouragingly, we observed some reefs in near pristine condition, high fish diversity and well-developed coral communities with endless large, old coral heads, which were a privilege to dive on. There were also numerous reefs exhibiting little evidence of fishing, with large predatory fishes and herbivorous fishes in high abundance. Potato groupers, large snapper species and a wide range of size classes and trophic levels showed us that certain well-established no-take zones in Mozambique, Tanzania and Kenya were effective in protecting important species – an analysis that favours well-managed marine no-take zones as a useful fisheries management tool for the future.
But we also spotted signs of overexploited reefs in areas closer to coastal access points, and around well-established local fisheries. Less large predatory fishes and a creeping dominance of algal cover signified that even herbivorous fishes have been overexploited.
With the larger predatory fishes disappearing, local fishermen resort to more effective but devastating methods as they redirect their efforts towards smaller species and species in lower trophic levels, such as spearfishing to access large parrot fishes and small-mesh gillnets to target shoals of fish too small to take baited hooks. On more than one occasion we dived up against massive monofilament gill nets, un-fondly referred to as ‘hanging walls of death.’
In addition, the destructive effects of dynamite fishing have devastated the corals in many areas, an illegal practice entered into more boldly than one might expect. Being underwater when one of these homemade bombs goes off sends a jarring pain through your bones. This happened to us on a regular basis while we dived the Tanzanian coast. The destruction is total and devastating, leaving behind eerie uninhabited craters of coral rubble.
What is most disturbing, however, is that many of these observations of coral damage and nets were recorded within some marine reserves or no-take zones. We can only surmise that there is either a lack of knowledge and/or respect for protected area boundaries, or ineffective management.
To avoid making sweeping statements about the status of reef fishes or the health of the corals, the effectiveness or ineffectiveness of no-take zones or the noticeable changes in reef status from one country to the next, we will leave these simply as observations for now, until it is possible to back these observations up with scientific fact.
Information sharing and scientific study in combination can be incredibly powerful in creating awareness, and that was the core belief that drove us to complete our expedition. The data is now being picked up by the scientific community and hopefully can be used to help improve resource management in the regions, and facilitate the planning of future management initiatives and surveys. In fact a second survey is potentially in the works – we are suckers for punishment and adventure it seems. What was it that Livingstone said again?
The survey data is free to download for all to use:
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Dedicated to Aaron, who tragically lost his life in a diving accident just after we completed our expedition. A dear soul who loved the ocean as much as we do and whose family took in a bunch of stragglers and gave them a Christmas when they needed it most. Thank you.