Written by Joanne Wilson | November 21st, 2011
Reef resilience is a key concept behind the expedition’s goals in Raja Ampat. Learn why it’s reshaping the way we protect coral around the world.
Written by Joanne Wilson | November 18th, 2011
Wake up with the expedition team to calm, clear waters surrounded by jaw-dropping mountains. It’s time to go diving and monitor some reefs!
Written by Joanne Wilson | November 17th, 2011
Before the team can dive they need to do things like tie pencils to slates and guess the length of plastic fish. Find out why these mundane tasks are so important.
Written by Michael Looker | October 24th, 2011
A National Geographic Explorer-in-Residence reminds us that losses of indigenous peoples, cultures, and languages lead directly to environmental damage.
Written by Sanjayan | August 12th, 2011
At the final camp of the expedition Sanjayan reflects on the meaning of the journey and what lies ahead for this vast land and the people that call it home.
Written by Sanjayan | August 9th, 2011
Sanjayan found a kayaking legend who would teach him everything he needed to know before the expedition on the river. Well, he did leave out one minor detail.
Written by Sanjayan | August 8th, 2011
The buggy evening, without a spot of wind, was transformed near midnight into a gale. We had picked out campsite designed for the views and to catch the slightest breeze; we were unprepared for the hard rain.
Written by Sanjayan | August 3rd, 2011
Overnight, a storm gathered in silence and quickly pounced. The hot windless evening of yesterday has been replaced by lashing rain and gale force winds. Our tents are anchored with heavy rocks, and yet we fear to leave them empty for too long lest they are tossed into the river.
Written by Sanjayan | August 2nd, 2011
So far there are two constants in the campsites that have been selected, they are poor for fishing and great for bugs. But once they settle in, what is life like in one of the most remote spots in North America?
Written by Sanjayan | August 1st, 2011
The pale walls of my tent are smeared in many places as if a little kid with fingers covered in chocolate had played inside. The smears are blood.