As a volunteer you are rostered on four different areas; the rehabilitation site, The Centre for Conservation, Education and Fundraising (aka the tour desk) and the forest. They are all located in the national park, a short car ride from our accommodation. You could also be rostered to work in the office, to help with proof reading, emailing, website updates, etc. The quarantine area was usually looked after by the staff, not the volunteers.
The Rehabilitation Site
When rostered on at the rehabilitation site, you worked from 6:30am – 2:30pm. Although this may not seem long to you, we were buggered by the time we finished. We prepared food, cleaned the cages, distributed food, recorded behavioural observations and health checks on all the gibbons. After feeding the gibbons, we had a break to have breakfast, before continuing our duties. Lunch was around noon, depending when you completed your tasks.
During my time, there were 2-3 volunteers working at the site each day. The gibbon cages were divided between an upper and lower area, with a total of 33 gibbons at the site. The upper section was up a steep hill, a hill you walked up and down a lot. Add the heat, humidity and you are bound to be exhausted by the end of the day.
The Bang Pae waterfall was at the same site, which I cooled off in once and refused to ever again, after I found out it was full of leaches! When rainy season arrived in May, it brought many muddy challenges and more mosquitoes, which I honestly didn’t think was possible. During the rainy season we always had to check our shoes in the morning, before putting them on, because you never knew what you might find hiding inside!
By the time we got back to our accommodation, we had a cold shower (no hot water available) and usually had a nap for a couple of hours. We would then make ourselves dinner, watch a movie or just relax. We either cooked our own meals, cooked together in a group, or went out somewhere for dinner if the staff felt like driving us somewhere.
Once a week we were driven to the supermarket to get supplies for ourselves. There was also a fruit and vegetable market down the road every Tuesday and Saturday.
The Centre for Conservation, Education and Fundraising
Everyone is also rostered to work at the tour desk, located just in front of the rehabilitation site. Your shift is from 9am – 4pm.
When locals and tourists visit to find out about the project, they can go to a viewing area to see some of the gibbons placed in the closer cages. Sometimes we gave a lot of information, sometimes less depending on how interested the tourists were. The project does run an educational program with local schools and youths in the area, many came to visit the site. I helped educate English speaking groups of children that visited, which I enjoyed the most! The centre is also a souvenir shop, raising much needed funds for the project.
I was so nervous having to speak to different people from different countries. Although in the end I became very enthusiastic about education and the importance of increasing awareness for these primates.
I was lucky enough to accompany the staff into the forest a few times during my stay. It is not an easy walk in the dense forest, let alone trying to keep up with the staff who do this daily!
During a forest shift, you are likely to observe and listen out for families that have already been released. This is important as it helps map out their current territories so that future families are not released into the same area. All data is recorded, from who was seen, to who was heard, their behaviour and location.
Whilst I was in the forest, we went to an existing feeding site for a family of gibbons already released. We delivered food to them via a specific feeding basket, which ensured no contact. The gibbon family was not seen on this day, which is not unusual, as they were becoming more independent.
We also distributed food to a family in a cage deep in the forest known as the “training cage”. We sat and observed this family, recording their movements and habits every few minutes. This family was soon to be transferred into the acclimatisation cage before being released. More on this in my next post.
Renewing my visa
At the end of April my 90 day visa was expiring, so I organised with the project to do a visa run with a local company. At 7am I was on the main road waiting for a bus to Ranong, but I got on the wrong bus. The bus I boarded was heading to Bangkok. This bus was full of locals who didn’t speak English, definitely no-one doing their visa run. Eventually I was able to find one lady who spoke little English and she ensured me this bus stopped in Ranong too.
It took five hours to get to Ranong, where I was ushered off the bus by a policeman, who kindly helped me through the visa run. He took me to the Thai Immigration office and then he got one of his friends to take me to the pier and told me which boat to get on.
Once on the long boat it took about an hour return journey. I was so shocked that the boat was being driven by kids under 18 years of age. One of the kids spoke surprisingly good English (probably from doing this run for so many tourists). He had a card about himself in his pocket, which was quite confronting. It turned out he was 15 and had only 5 years of schooling in Burma. His father died 5 years ago and his mother died in the tsunami, he now lives on the streets and works where he can. I just couldn’t relate to this kids situation, yet he seemed so happy and full of life.
During the boat journey we stopped at a small hut on stilts in the water and I was asked to pass over my passport. Instantly I had 100’s of bad thoughts circling my mind, anything could have happened at that point. Alone on the water, with no identification. I was more than reluctant to pass it over, but I had no choice. Who knows what they did with my passport during that time, time that seemed to drag on forever. But I got it back and we thankfully continued on.
When we arrived in Burma, I joined a line to enter the immigration office, got my passport stamped and left just as quickly back onto the boat. The poverty and difference between Burma and Thailand was astounding. Two countries so close, yet so different.
We arrived back in Ranong and I was driven to the Thai immigration office, given another stamp and then taken to the bus stop. I arrived back at GRP around 8pm after a long, tiring, yet eye opening day.
One of my days off, I spent the day with staff members at a fundraising and awareness event for local projects. Team GRP took part in a boat race. The event was held in Thai, but the weather was beautiful and the atmosphere was energetic.
Coming to an end
At the end of May my time at the project was coming to an end. However, I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to the staff, the gibbons and the friends I had made. I decided to tell my employers back home, that I wasn’t returning any time soon.
The main reason I wanted to stay longer was because there was a gibbon family ready to be released. After all the time I had spent at the project, I just knew I had to be a part of the whole experience.
To find out more about the gibbon release into the wild, read my next post.