The planet is our home; we need to be more responsible. Here's what I do.
I’ve got a passion that I don’t really talk about here. But it involves a lot of equipment and neoprene.
When we go underwater we often encounter beauty and wonder. There’s excitement and unique experiences and plastic.
It’s very frustrating.
Underwater creatures are often welcoming and trusting. They know they have the edge in speed and agility but we bring them nothing but junk.
Fish don’t have problems with hoarding or storage. They don’t need to declutter of minimise or strip their wardrobes. But their underwater world absorbs our secrets and filthy habits. On our final dive Of the week we found a motorcycle battery on the sea bed.
Sometimes the stuff underwater is interesting from an archeological point of view but in real terms it’s junk, our junk, in their territory.
At the local aquarium they had a poster.
Just try to imagine how many creatures in the ocean have died from an overdose of plastic.
Dr Sylvia Earle
The message was simple.
Yet we are addicted to plastic and the aquarium shop was full of plastic toys. The message has become distorted.
On one dive in a harbour where a war time shipwreck lies there’s a big patch of bottles. Plastic bottles. Lying motionless on the sea bed. They’re accompanied by a few buckets that have been list overboard, some odd bits of nylon rope and the ubiquitous plastic bag. Just lying there; out of site out of mind. Hidden by the sea. The fancy yachts floating above all shiney and well scrubbed, oblivious to their dirty habits.
I found this spoon in the midst of the mess. A perfectly good spoon.
I wish we could avoid this disaster and change our plastic ways.
I’ve certainly tried to stop buying a plastic option as much as possible.
a blog by a multilingual expat-since-birth, linguist, researcher, mum of three, living in the Netherlands and writing about bilingualism, multiculturalism, parenting abroad, international life...