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Koh Yao Noi
Community Based Eco-Tourism Club
 Thailand

Koh Yao Noi house

The house where I’m staying is held up by pillars over the sea. Soft waves surge against them. A half moon glows through the open window and silhouettes the netting that drapes my bed. Ecstatic crickets celebrate in nearby ponds. The stories, laughter and food—four types of fish cooked nine ways—of tonight’s Ramadan fast-breaking feast merge into my dreams.

I’m staying (and fishing) with a Thai Muslim family on Koh Ya Noi, an island in the Gulf of Thailand. The island has about seven villages and 5000 people, mostly fishing families. Warm people feed me fresh fish and fresh perspectives on what it takes to maintain paradise. Thailand’s REST (Responsible Ecological Social Tours Project) helped me get here.

"We’re harnessing the wanderlust of the human spirit and applying it to development," said REST’s Peter Richards. Happy to put my wanderlust to better use, I hitched on. REST partners with traditional communities who want to share their homes, food and culture with visitors. REST works out travel arrangements and translators for small groups visits.

After a half-hour ride from Krabi to the southeast, (Phuket is an hour’s ride southwest) the local ferryKoh Yao Noi Ferry deposits Peter and me on Koh Yao Noi’s dock. Peter’s along to do some REST work and translate. Met by our host dad, we pile into a truck to get our first look at the island. Seaward, the entwined roots and trees of mangrove obscure the view. Inland, small terraced farms and silvery shrimp ponds cut into the jungle’s edge. Oddly, a boat sits on a hill, about a half mile from the shore. "The tsunami put it there," our host explains through Peter. "But, our mangroves protected us from the tsunami. We had little damage and no deaths." Mangroves, I learn, are nature’s sea walls, breaking up the force of the big waves.

At my host’s settlement, a dock juts into the sea acting as a front walk for several simple houses. My host’s house has a covered porch full of flowers, a large living-sometimes-sleeping area, a kitchen and two bedrooms. My comfortable bed on the floor of my Koh Yao Noi Bedroombedroom has a fan aimed straight on. My host shows me how to make a large overlap in the pink mosquito netting so I can slip into bed, leaving the little nasties behind.

It’s the third day of Ramadan, the Muslim month-long, sun-up to sundown fast, so only we infidels eat lunch. Afterwards, a hush falls over the house. Everyone, even the birds, goes down for the midday Ramadan snooze. Hours later, cheerful sounds wake me. Outside, at the end of the dock, people lean on their bicycles chatting and laughing as they go and return from town. Inside, knives, pots, and voices combine in a comfortable cooking hum.

I join the women and girls in the kitchen to see if I can help. My first job is peeling cucumbers. This, I discover, I do all wrong. The Thais, logically, peel veggies pushing the knife away from them. Awkwardly, I pull it towards me. Producing more laughs than peels, one of the girls takes over cuke peeling. My shrimp peeling is embarrassingly slow, so I resort to teaching the little ones a song—resulting in a pile of giggling kids. Thus, if entertainment is ‘helpful,’ I help with dinner.

Pulling out my camera to capture the gigglers, I discover its batteries are kaput. And—to my savvy traveler’s shame—I have no spares. My camera uses regular AAA batteries and as Peter is off on more serious business, I pantomime my problem to the host mom. After much discussion with her older daughter and a cell phone call, she works something out.

"Seven, one, one," she assures me.

"Whatever," I think.

While waiting, I shower. Kindly, my hosts rigged an overhead shower for their western guests, but I try out the energy-wise (no electricity for pumping) Asian bucket-bath arrangement, using a red plastic bowl to splash myself with water before and after the scrub.

Clean and green, the next thing I know, I’m flying behind a good looking guy on a motor scooter. We stop at an open shed where a glass tube with a small rubber hose, that looks like an elephant I.V., hangs over a counter. A young woman appears from the house across the street and sells us a cup and half of gas. We zoom off into the sunset. Literally.

By the time we reach town, the sun has officially set. Music blares as young and old folks snack, laughKoh Yao Noi Village and break the fast. Everyone waves as we pull up in front of the Seven-Eleven. Lit up like Christmas, it’s a happening place and happens to have AAA batteries.

We race back for our own Ramadan feast. Dinner is spread over a low table on the porch and we all settle onto the floor around it.

"Don’t you get hungry?" I ask as we wait for our host dad to dish the rice.

"Don’t tell anyone, but I had a snack," our host mom confesses.

Sticking my hand into her face as if I’m holding a TV mike, I say, "Say that again."

Everyone cracks up. Then, another chortle, eerily like mine, kicks in. Egads, the family parrot has my rowdy American laugh down pat.

Koh Yao Noi dinnerOur host dad hands each of us a bowl of rice and tells us to help ourselves. I go straight for the grilled shrimp. They are without a doubt the freshest, biggest, sweetest shrimp of my entire shrimpohile life. And they are not alone. Emerald-green broccoli rabe glistens with oyster sauce and whole white fish is pan-fried to soft-flake perfection. The pièce de résistance is the mom’s fish curry. Sweet with coconut milk, eggplant and yams, it was crunchy with bamboo and spiced with garlic, chilies, ginger and the sour note of kaffir lime leaf. Perfecting the Thai sweet-sour-hot-salty culinary balance, is a special-to-this-region salty paste of cured innards.


This delicacy, however labor intensive, was "nit noi," just a little something, compared to these families efforts to save their traditional fishing grounds. Ten years ago, this Piscean splurge could not have come from the sea around Koh Yao Noi. Big commercial trawlers had moved in and were dragging heavy nets across area. These nets not only sucked-up all the fish, including the juveniles, but destroyed the coral reefs that are the fish nurseries. The fish, the coral and these families’ livelihood were all dying.

Drag nets are not legal in Thailand, but the law was not being enforced. "We started a conservation group and went to the government, but the government supported the commercial fishing fleets," our host dad explained. It took a heroic effort—two men were even killed—to stop the trawlers. "It’s an amazing thing about the sea, it came back so fast. Within three months we began to fish again."Koh Yao Noi fishing

Early the next morning, with two neighbor kids, we trooped out to the dock to our host’s long boat. As we motor to their fishing grounds, limestone karsts jolt out of the sea like multi-hued sculptures dripping with jungle. In the stern, the host dad fussed with the engine, steered and looks the steely-eyed skipper. In the bow, the mom, protected from the sun in a man’s long-sleeved shirt with a floppy hat tied-tight under her chin, slowly lets out the net. About ten feet deep, 300 feet long, and held above the reef by small buoys.

Koh Yao NoiNet left to drift a half mile or more, we head for a deserted island to swim, dig for thumbnail-sized clams and explore it’s jungle-lush hidden lagoon. Returning to the net, our hosts go to work. Dad drags the net over the gunwale and Mom puts on thick gloves to avoid wayward fins and stings. Pulling them off the net, she flicks all manner of sea creature into the boat, flipping the juveniles and jellyfish back to the sea. Keepers go between the water-filled ribs of the hull. The boys keep the crabs from eating the shrimp and the squid from squirming away. Just ahead of the rain, we head back for a siesta.

That evening at community meeting, I learn more about the stop-the-trawlers story. Here it is, translated from many voices:

After the government didn’t respond, REST helped us begin educational tours to the island. We hoped by showing people what was happening we could gain support. An American journalist was on one of the tours. Just after we’d explained about the trawlers and their drag nets, one snuck in, under the cover of dark, to drag our fishing grounds. When those stories got back to the government, they began to pay attention and told the local police to enforce the laws.

Koh Yao Noi Village Meeting

The local police were much help because they didn’t have a boat. So, by pooling some of our catch every day, we bought them one. Then they had to train to someone to drive it. Now, we send someone with them every time they go out so they don’t just ignore the trawlers.

The police boat isn’t the only thing we have to keep their eyes on. A while back, we got an award (The National Geographic Sustainable Tourism Award) and many government departments wanted to borrow it. We would then have to send someone to go and get it back. So, now we don’t let it go anywhere without one of us along.

Right now, we are having big problems with the commercial shrimp farmers. They use so many chemicals to farm their shrimp that some markets no longer want Thai shrimp. They also are destroying our mangroves. They cut down the mangrove for the shrimp farm, and after a few years when production goes down in that area, they cut some more. Our shrimp is organic, no chemicals. We’re working on a way to market our shrimp separately.

As for the homestays, they’re a kind of moonlighting for us. It’s important to show people about the sea, the coral and the mangroves.

"What I like best about the homestays," one man said, "is sharing our culture with outsiders. It makes our kids more interested in it."

Peter adds, "Every time the kids hear a visitor say, "Wow, that’s amazing," it’s a boost."

On the way back to sleep to the sound of the waves, the island breeze tossles my hair and a gazillion stars glitter over Koh Yao Noi’s paradise. But, now I know the blood, sweat and tears that goes into keeping it this way.

And nit noi, just a little, I have helped.

Koh Yao Noi Family

Kate Crawford        July 2007

LINKS WITH ATTITUDE

There are two ways to visit the Koh Yao Noi Ecotourism Club.
You can contact them directly using the phone numbers on
the Club's web site.
Or you can contact REST and they will arrange for a complete visit with a translator.

The villagers do not speak English and I thought a translator made a world of difference in how well I got to know people--never mind the convenience of having everything arranged.

 

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