Hispaniola

Feeling the life force of the indigenous Taíno among the ancient mangroves roots of Los Haitises
© Jeffrey Cardenas 2024

A thin red line bisects the island of Hispaniola. On one side of the line, there is a world of chaos and rage this week as 4,000 of Haiti’s most notorious inmates escaped prison in a machete-wielding bloody rampage. They are terrorizing the countryside and remain loose in the shadows of the island as Haiti declares a state of emergency.

On the same island, but on the other side of this geopolitical line, is the Dominican Republic. This is a pastoral environment of natural beauty where nature thrives and men and women work peacefully with their hands to feed their families.

Several weeks ago, Stella Maris ghosted up to an isolated shoreline of Hispaniola–on the Dominican side. Los Haitises National Park is the Dominican Republic’s most important natural and cultural preserve. Amid the quiet pockets of dense mangrove and subtropical forest, spectacular limestone walls rise from the sea. It is difficult to comprehend why one-half of this island is literally and figuratively on fire, while on this half of Hispaniola, there is an undisturbed natural world of calm and tranquility.

One of the reasons I sail to isolated parts of the world is to try to understand this disparity. Sailing is not always just a simple escape from reality; I recognize the hardship, hate, and despair that is consuming so much of the world around us. Sailing helps me find a balance. As I travel, I choose to be a collector of moments that bring joy and hope. I found those moments in the nature of Los Haitises.

Along this wild shoreline, it is also possible to feel the ancient life force of the Taíno inhabitants who settled the entire island of Hispaniola 2,000 years ago. Christopher Columbus colonized the island of Hispaniola during his first voyage to the Americas in 1492. That voyage was the beginning of the end for the indigenous people. The native Taínos quickly suffered a steep population decline due to brutal enslavement, warfare, and intermixing with the Spanish colonizers.

Two hundred and fifty years later, a political division of Hispaniola occurred as France and Spain each struggled to control the island. They resolved their dispute in 1697 by splitting the island into two colonies, France holding what would be Haiti to the west and Spain taking control of the Dominican Republic to the east. Those colonial chains were finally severed on both sides of the island after two bloody wars of independence in 1804 and 1865. Haiti would eventually become the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere, while the Dominican Republic developed into one of the largest economies in the region.

The Taíno indigenous people, meanwhile, were the ultimate losers in this struggle. Some 90% of Taíno civilization was lost to a European genocide of slavery and sickness. Remnants of the lost Taíno culture can still be found in the 618-square-mile Los Haitises National Park.

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We anchor the Stella Maris to explore the massive caves emerging from the limestone karsts on the rugged southern shore of the Dominican Republic’s Golfo del Samaná. Deep inside the more remote caves there are authenticated petroglyphs and pictographs dating back a thousand years. The images depict birds, whales, and, on one wall, the fading image of an ancient shaman. Sadly, where tour groups have frequented the caves, there is also graffiti and empty soda bottles.

Ginny and I hike an overgrown trail up a steep conical hillside to the ruins of a cacao, ginger, and breadfruit plantation. Nothing remains of the overgrown settlement except a lone, untethered donkey standing in a rare patch of sunlight nibbling at the subtropical understory. A critically endangered Ridgway’s Hawk watches our movement from a high branch. A tiny Vervain Hummingbird hovers near a patch of ginger. Later, I find a rock-polished donkey shoe buried in the mud of the trail.

Author Jared Diamond, Professor of Geography and Physiology at the University of California, writes that there is no simple answer to the conundrum of Hispaniola. In an interview with NPR, he said, “It’s a complex mix of history and environment, plus social and political policy.”

Flying from Miami to Santo Domingo, the border is well defined: On the Haitian side, the earth is a scorched brown with two centuries of deforestation and erosion. The Dominican side, where conservation initiatives are apparent, is a verdant green. Six months ago, the Dominican Republic and Haiti closed the land, sea, and air borders between the two countries. 

Today, gangs in Haiti surround the country’s main airport in the capital of Port-au-Prince, making it impossible for Prime Minister Ariel Henry to return to Haiti after an international trip abroad. Haiti’s most prominent gang leader, Jimmy “Barbeque” Chérizier, issued an ultimatum, warning that “if Ariel Henry does not resign … we’ll be heading straight for a civil war that will lead to genocide.”

And the moments of joy and hope? Magnificent frigatebirds spiral above the islands of Los Haitises, the chittering of black-crowned tanagers can be heard deep within the forest, and on the water, humpback whales migrating from the Arctic arrive in the spring to give birth and nurture their young in the whale sanctuary of Golfo del Samaná.

In turbulent times like these, Los Haitises can also be a sanctuary for human beings.


As always, sailing is not just about the wind and the sea; the places, the flora, fauna, and people encountered along the way are equally important.

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The Lighthouse Keepers of Bird Rock

Now an abandoned and historic relic, Bird Rock was said to have been the scene of murder, mayhem, and madness among lighthouse keepers in the 1880s. Click the play button and turn up the sound. Photos and video © Jeffrey Cardenas 2024

There are no lighthouse keepers today at Bird Rock in the southern Bahamas. However, a story still circulates of murder, mayhem, and madness at this isolated island outpost.

Constructed in 1876, the Bird Rock Lighthouse was an architectural marvel designed with a wide veranda supported by columns around the entire base of the structure. The lighthouse rises from a mass of rock offshore of Crooked and Acklins islands. In its heyday, the light and its keepers guided ships from the Americas to the Caribbean Sea and beyond. 

Still photography images by Jeffrey Cardenas photographed in 2006, video images above in 2024

According to Timothy Harrison, author and publisher of Lighthouse Digest Magazine, two British couples sailed to Bird Rock in the late 1800s to become custodians of the lighthouse. They were unprepared for the hardship and isolation of living on a rock the size of a football field. Supply vessels called on Bird Rock only twice a year. 

One of the wives, Mabel Brock, soon became ill on the island and died. No grave could be dug for Mabel because the rock was impenetrable. Her body was lowered into the sea next to the lighthouse.

Mabel’s husband, Stephen, was said to have gone crazy with grief. He accused the other couple–his cousin John and Mabel’s childhood friend Annie–of conspiring in Mabel’s death. The two men could no longer live peacefully together in the tight quarters of the lighthouse. One cousin had a machete, the other had a gun, and during a physical fight, according to this grisly yarn, the two lighthouse keepers went over the railing at the top of the lighthouse and fell 115 feet to their deaths.

Annie Bock, pregnant at the time, was the only remaining lighthouse keeper of Bird Rock. A relief ship eventually took her off the island and returned her to her home in England.

As sea stories go, this is a pretty tall tale. Author Tim Harrison writes that the initial account was based on an interview with Anna Randall Diehl, a late 1800s writer, who met Annie Bock and recorded the events. According to Harrison, the story appeared in the March 1898 edition of The Half Hour magazine published by George Munro’s Sons.

 Unfortunately (but unsurprisingly), no additional accounts of the murder, mayhem, and madness of the lighthouse keepers of Bird Rock can be found.

I want to marry a lighthouse keeper
And keep him company.
I want to marry a lighthouse keeper
And live by the side of the sea.
I’ll polish his lamp by the light of day,
So ships at night can find their way.
I want to marry a lighthouse keeper,
Won’t that be okay?

We’ll take walks along the moonlit bay,
Maybe find a treasure, too.
I’d love living in a lighthouse:
How about you?

I dream of living in a lighthouse, baby,
Every single day.
I dream of living in a lighthouse,
A white one by the bay.
So if you want to make my dreams come true,
Go be a lighthouse keeper, do!
We could live in a lighthouse,
A white one by the bay-ay-hay.

Won’t that be okay?
Ya-da ta-da-da.

“I Want to Marry a Lighthouse Keeper”–ERIKA EIGEN


As always, sailing is not just about the wind and the sea; the places, the flora, fauna, and people encountered along the way are equally important.

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Sailing Stella Maris 2023

The joy of a sail filling with wind is inexpressible. Photograph: © Jeffrey Cardenas

Christening Stella Maris–Star of the Sea–February 2023

It is essential to know the genesis of a boat. Ginny and I went to the Lagoon Catamaran production facility in Belleville, France, to watch the final build of Stella Maris. She was then shipped from La Rochelle, France, to Florida. The only thing missing was a case of fine French wine that had been stashed onboard. No problem. A bottle of that wine ultimately appeared in a gift basket, and we christened Stella Maris with Mom and Dad onboard. We miss you, Pop, but we are happy that you were able to help christen the new boat.


Sea Trial West of Key West–March 2023

The catamaran, I quickly learned, is a different animal from the monohull that carried me around the world. Stella Maris is like a mobile beach cabin with a sail attached. It is a great platform to explore the islands west of Key West, where I spent so many years working as a charter fishing captain. The difference is that instead of pursuing the fish in these waters, the fish now–out of curiosity, and if I am quiet enough–come out to meet me. I can go to sleep and wake up in the islands, and a new day begins.

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Shakedown Cruise to Bimini, the Berry Islands, and Abaco–May 2023

Ginny and Amiga were a welcomed crew on the first significant passage aboard Stella Maris from Key West to the Northern Bahamas. We revisited Bimini, where Ginny and I spent so many glorious days in our youth (she proposed to me there 44 years ago!) Gunkholing through the Berry Islands, we found secluded anchorages and nature trails. There is still some out-island tradition at Man-O-War and Green Turtle Cay in the Abacos. The highlight was a rendezvous with our daughter Lilly, who joined Stella Maris for several days, sharing her local knowledge of the Northern Bahamas.


Dry Tortugas–August 2023

The summer heat of 2023 was frightening. I sailed to the historic Dry Tortugas National Park in light air and torrential rain squalls 70 miles west of Key West. I found some refuge from the heat under the water, but I was dismayed to see the damage done by global warming on the pristine reefs here. Immense brain coral heads and vast stands of staghorn coral, alive only a few months earlier, were now bleached white. The reefs at Dry Tortugas were severely stressed. Still, some indications of hope remained as moon jellyfish began to appear in cooler currents of water. The reef is resilient, but it cannot tolerate many more seasons of abnormally hot water temperatures.


Florida Keys Backcountry–September 2023

I have always loved the Florida Keys backcountry for its pristine habitat and dramatic flow of tides. Wading birds, lobster, and shallow-water gamefish thrive here. Conservationists recognized the importance of protecting this habitat decades ago. They established the Great White Heron and Key West National Wildlife Refuges. We sailed Stella Maris on the full moon into the rich heart of Jewfish Basin, along the extensive sand flats of Snipe Point and Marvin Key, and into Cudjoe Basin and Sawyer Key, where nature has been allowed to reclaim an island that was once developed. 


End-of-Year Cruise to the Central Bahama Islands–November / December 2023

Trimming the sails again for the out islands of the Bahamas, we headed east and south toward Eleuthera and the Exumas Cays. My brother Bob joined me for the crossing from Key West to Nassau. Ginny and two dear friends, Carol and Gerald, joined Stella Maris from Nassau to Exuma. Highlights were food gathering with Bob, an accomplished free diver, standing watch with Gerald, who is focused and enthusiastic, and watching Ginny and Carol sing and dance through the islands like schoolgirls. As principally a solo sailor, I had forgotten the joy of sailing with a good crew. Stella Maris is now moored in Exuma while I spend the holidays with family in Key West. The year 2024 will find us heading south once again. Please join us here to continue the voyage in the new year.


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Pink Iguanas and Other Wildlife Humiliations

A pink rock iguana strikes a pose on an Exuma beach and begs for people food. Photograph: © Jeffrey Cardenas

I confess I was entertained the first time I saw a pink iguana trundling out of the scrub to greet me. A pink iguana? It was like a Bahamas Barbie with black shoes and a lizard’s face.

On other beaches in the Exumas, there are swimming pigs, stingrays that nuzzle your toes, sea turtles that want grocery-store lettuce, and nurse sharks the size of linebackers that photobomb your snorkeling adventures. 

These wild creatures have become a significant revenue center for Bahamian tourism, and for other destinations worldwide. In Exuma, charter boats carry hundreds of visitors to islands daily for the “wilderness adventure” of getting close–sometimes too close–to wildlife scavenging for human food scraps. 

Swimming with the pigs has become one of the “must-do excursions in the Bahamas,” according to one tour operator’s sales pitch. “They (the islands) are visited annually over 6.6 million times. Swimming with the pigs has become internationally famous.”

Whose idea was this, and where did the pigs come from? According to the company Swimming with Pigs, the swine were brought to an uninhabited island in the Exumas “by farmers decades ago to rid Staniel Cay Village of the stench.” Now, tourists pay big money to experience it for themselves. A private eight-hour tour costs $3,900, “excluding snacks, towels, gratuity, and a 5% credit card processing fee.”

There is etiquette for swimming with pigs. Posted rules include:

  1. Feed the pigs only approved foods, which are mostly bread, fruit, and vegetables. Your tour guide will provide you with information about other foods acceptable for feeding.
  2. Don’t feed the pigs on the beach. Keep their survival instincts in-tact [sic] by feeding them in the water.
  3. Be cautious. Don’t feed directly from your hand. Gently toss the food in the water beside the pig. Pigs are not very coordinated creatures.
  4. Do not alarm the pigs. Don’t take advantage of them. Do not harm them. These Exuma pigs are still wild animals and can be dangerous if threatened. (The italics, for emphasis, are mine.)

To corroborate the importance of Etiquette Rule Number 4, Google the phrase, “Venezuelan Instagram model Michelle Lewin Bitten by Wild Pigs.” Ms. Lewin found out the hard way that pigs crave people food when she was chased by wild swine on Big Major Cay. Apparently, it wasn’t too traumatic for her because she laughed and posted a close-up image of the raw-looking pig bite on one globe of her buttocks. She now has 16 million followers on Instagram.

And then there was this pandemonium when the television show The Batchelor filmed an episode on Pig Beach:

For those who don’t know, the premise of The Batchelor is a single, handsome guy who entertains a bevy of attractive young ladies from whom he is expected to select a fiancée. This guy in this episode entertained the girls on Pig Beach. I wonder how that worked out for him.

But it’s not just pig swimming that you get for $3,900 a day. The tour also includes visits to harbors where you can (for an extra fee) swim with nurse sharks. These are large, docile creatures that usually eat crustaceans, but they have become accustomed to being fed fish parts when humans are present. Some tourists forget that these sharks are also wild animals.

Katarina Zarutski, a 19-year-old nursing student at the University of Miami, was bitten by a nurse shark while vacationing in Exuma. According to an account in Business Insider, she posed for a photo in the water, and one of the sharks bit her arm and dragged her underwater for nearly eight seconds. She healed from the shark bite after undergoing multiple rounds of antibiotics to prevent infection, and surgery to remove pieces of nurse shark tooth embedded in her arm.  

“I respect wildlife tremendously,” she told Business Insider. “They’re wild animals, and it’s an uncontrollable situation. It’s important to remember to be careful.” The magazine reported that after the story of her shark bite went viral, Zarutskie’s Instagram went from having around 13,000 followers to 46,000 followers.

Another Exuma charter company promotes their tours this way: “After experiencing eye-catching scenic views, you meet with friendly sharks and iguanas trained by professional instructors to create your custom experience by touching, feeding, and interacting with our pleasant marine mammals. During the tour, our captivating team not only creates an ambiance with relaxation for body, mind, and soul but prepares a special blend of our secret ingredient, Bahamas Experience, while sipping aromatic cocktails and beers with notes of mango on the open waters, admiring a panoramic view of the picturesque waters, sandbank, and cays. Can your vacation taste any better? Like Dunkin Donuts… ‘It’s worth the trip.'”

I also wanted to “taste the experience,” but I don’t like crowds, so I pulled my dinghy ashore on Leaf Cay late in the day after the tours had ended. I had watched a dozen boats, commercial and private, land on the beach of this gorgeous 30-acre undeveloped island. Leaf Cay may be undeveloped, but it is inhabited–by hundreds of Bahamian northern rock iguanas.

As I stepped onto the island, the underbrush rustled, and dozens of fat pink iguanas suddenly surrounded me. They looked at me with shifty red eyes, and when they saw that I didn’t have food in my hands, one by one, they turned away to find a warm stone and wait for a more generous visitor. 

The Bahamian northern rock iguana is a colorful species of lizard that has seen its numbers decline in recent years. Less than 5,000 animals still linger in the wild, and Leaf Cay remains one of the best places in the Bahamas to see them. On its website, a yacht management company writes: “Say hello to the rock iguanas, a local and endangered species. They are friendly and welcoming to visitors – especially if you come with grapes! Once your yacht tender touches the shore, you’ll be greeted with masses of grey and pink iguanas waiting for their fruity snack.”

The problem is biologists have found iguanas fed by tourists on remote islands in the Bahamas have developed a sweet tooth and high blood sugar because tourists feed them grapes. A National Geographic article on Bahamian wildlife tourism notes that iguanas might be losing their normal appetite for grazing on local plants (wild dilly, black torch, darling plum, and blolly) as they flock to the places where they’re more likely to get high-calorie treats. Chuck Knapp, a scientist from the Shedd Aquarium in Chicago who has made a career studying Bahamian iguanas, told National Geographic that he worries some rock iguanas may be showing signs of diabetes. He has noticed iguanas have begun to poop sand. He thinks this might be from eating food like grapes left on the beaches. 

It is not just in the Bahamas where tourism is affecting marine wildlife. In the Florida Keys, dockside tarpon feeding has become a carnival sideshow, turning one of the world’s most magnificent gamefish into bait-eating beggars by tourists who hand-feed them fish pellets and rancid sardines. In Boca Raton, a woman was bitten on the forearm by a small nurse shark, and it refused to let go even after it was killed. Witnesses told the Sun Sentinal newspaper that a group of people had been harassing the shark and pulling its tail when it turned on the woman and bit her. She was admitted to the hospital with the shark still attached to her arm.

Astonishingly, we have not evolved to the point where humans no longer need to dominate other living things for pleasure and entertainment, even if they are pink iguanas. Learning how to tread more respectfully in nature has taken me decades. I understand that we all must earn our daily bread, but if there is an option to earn that dollar through observation and appreciation instead of manipulation, why not follow a more ethical path?


A swimming pig in Exuma with a mouthful of romaine lettuce. Photograph: © Jeffrey Cardenas

References:

  • Bahamas National Trust, (2008), Endangered Species of the Bahamas: Bahamian Rock Iguana
  • National Geographic, (6 Aug 2018), Can the Bahamas Keep Wildlife Tourism in Check? Sarah Gibbens
  • Phys.org, (22 April 2022), Ecotourism giving rare iguanas a sweet tooth, Kelly MacNamara
  • Iguana Specialist Group, Iguanas are among the world’s most endangered animals
  • Yacht Management, (28 Sep 2018), Things to Do: Visiting the Animals of the Exuma Cays
  • YouTube, (8 Feb 2016) Swimming with Pigs! – The Bachelor
  • Washington Post, (16 May 2016), ‘It wasn’t letting go’: Woman rushed to hospital with a shark attached to her arm, Lindsey Bever
  • Business Insider, (12 July 2018), A 19-year-old model was bitten by a shark while she was on vacation in the Bahamas, Nian Hu 

As always, sailing is not just about the wind and the sea; the places, the flora, fauna, and people encountered along the way are equally important.

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Flamingo Tongue Snail

Don’t kill me because I’m beautiful

The spotted mantle of the flamingo tongue snail warns predators that, despite being pretty, it is also poisonous. Photograph: © Jeffrey Cardenas 2023

The bare shell of the flamingo tongue snail looks like a characterless white rock. It is the living part of this animal–the mantle–that dresses up the shell with its outrageous leopard-print cloak. It does this to impress its underwater neighbors. The flamingo tongue is not looking for a date. It simply wants to avoid being eaten. The colorful spots tell predators, like lobsters and pufferfish, that, however beautiful it might be, the flamingo tongue is also toxic.

I am weathered-in aboard Stella Maris for several days with 30-knot winds and driving rain. There is no better cure for cabin fever than time spent underwater. I particularly enjoy freediving in shallow water, where I can get up close and personal with the minutiae of the underwater world. The flamingo tongue snail is a part of this world today. At less than an inch long, it might be easily overlooked were it not for its flashy costume.

The snails are most frequently found grazing on toxic soft corals like sea fans and other gorgonians. The flamingo tongue uses its foot, which resembles a long ribbon with teeth, to secrete chemicals that dissolve coral into digestible food. The snail is not concerned by the coral’s toxicity—it repurposes the chemicals by storing those toxins in its own tissues to use as a defense mechanism against predation. 

Not every diver is happy to see flamingo tongues because as they graze, they leave a thin trail of dead coral polyps in their wake. But the snail will rarely kill its host coral. Most damaged gorgonians can regenerate their lost tissues. Marine biologists who have specifically studied snails and their effect on coral say that because the polyps regrow, this predation is part of a well-balanced reef.

Female and male flamingo tongue snails leave behind mucus trails that release pheromones on the soft coral when it is time to breed. Flamingo tongue snails are hermaphroditic, having both male and female reproductive organs. However, they cannot fertilize themselves and require a mate to reproduce. Mating can last up to four hours (snails move slowly). Four days after mating, the female lays her sticky white egg clusters onto part of an exposed gorgonian skeleton. Each egg can contain up to 300 embryos! After ten days, the egg capsules hatch to release free-swimming larvae.

The flamingo tongue snail is not currently considered endangered, but like many marine organisms, it is threatened by human activities. It is listed in Appendix II of the Convention on International Trade in Endangered Species of Wild Fauna and Flora (CITES), meaning that international trade in this species is regulated to ensure that it does not become threatened with extinction.

Conservation efforts for the flamingo tongue snail include protecting its coral reef habitat through marine protected areas. Some countries, such as Jamaica, have implemented regulations to limit the collection of flamingo tongue snails, and the United States has banned the import of these snails for the souvenir trade. Flamingo tongues are often collected by people who mistakenly think that the shells themselves are colorful when they see the leopard spots on the mantle. Once a flamingo tongue snail dies, the mantle is gone and the surface of its shell becomes a bleached bone-white piece of calcium. 

Flamingo tongue snails may not yet be endangered. Still, as I swim in this gorgonian garden and see so much beauty on a windy and rainy day, it makes me wonder: what is so toxic about human nature that makes some people, when they see something beautiful, want to kill it for a collection? Life on coral reefs is already seriously threatened by climate change, ocean acidification, and mass tourism. The one thing we can do right now is minimize our impact by moving more slowly–and less possessively–in this fragile underwater world.


Beautiful in life, a souvenir trinket in death.
Photograph: © Jeffrey Cardenas

REFERENCES:

  • National Marine Sanctuary Foundation (21 Feb, 2020) Sea Wonder: Flamingo Tongue Snail
  • Oceanus (26 Aug, 2008) Biochemical Warfare on the Reef, Kristen Whalen–Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution
  • One Earth (8 Aug 2023) Flamingo tongue snail: the beautiful tropical creature of the Caribbean, Lindsey Jean Schueman
  • Ocean Conservancy (10 Sep 2021) What is the Flamingo Tongue Snail?, Eric Spencer

Thanks for sailing along with Stella Maris on this Bahamas leg of our journey.

As always, sailing is not just about the wind and the sea; equally important are the places, the flora, fauna, and people encountered along the way.

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