I have to admit starting this, this type of writing isn’t exactly my forte, (I never even kept a childhood diary). I find myself way more comfortable in the world of scientific papers; theory, statistics, methods, and results.
I have found myself on the little slice of paradise known as gili air, staying at a personal slice of paradise called villa Nangka the summer before completing my final year of my marine biology degree back home in Canada. Don’t get me wrong I love my university and feel incredibly lucky to have the opportunity to gain a higher education while so many others, perhaps more deserving than myself are denied the chance. To sit in Biology class after biology class followed by conservation and resource management gets a little tough. To sit and listen to the history of oceanography, the physiology of a fish, and how humanity is ruining the world gets a little frustrating.
IT’S TIME FOR ACTION
Yes, the lessons are incredibly valuable and I understand why they are necessary, but lessons are no action, and I find myself growing anxious wanting to get out into the world and at least attempt to make a difference no matter how small. So with an itch in my step and the stars pulling at my hair, my finger frantically raced across my keyboard until I found an opportunity that sounded too good to be true, Gili shark conservation. I couldn’t sign up fast enough, the six months leading up to leaving felt like an eternity.