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The small fiberglass
boat propelled by a roaring outboard motor skips across the waves as
we pull away from Koh Kong and head into the rising sun. Soon there
is nothing but mangrove forests and lone fishermen. In the distance,
blue mist hands over the tree-carpeted mountain.

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Mang Monyrak (right) of the
Ministry of Environment leads a team documenting vegetation in
the Cardamoms.
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My guide,
Sam, gives me my first lesson on the jungle I’m entering and
this he says as a matter of fact: Be careful because there are
spirits in the animals, spirits of ancestors and spirits of
the forest. “If you curse the area or act badly there, bad
luck will come to you,” he says. |
The boat angles toward a small village on the far
side of the channel and slows near two wooden fishing boats,
modified into gunboats. Three heavy machine guns are mounted on each
deck and a soldier stands at the bow. Sam says with a wry smile,
“Maybe boom, boom, boom.” The soldier motions us on with a nod.
| Sam is a local businessman from Koh
Kong. He fixes things for tourists, arranging transportation,
hotel rooms, sightseeing and night life. When I told him where
I needed to go, he cracked his knuckles and eyed the map
suspiciously. “I know that place,” he said. “The security is
not so good.” |

Sun sets over a valley in
the Cardamoms.
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The road into the mountains begins at the
waterfront headquarters of GAT, the Malaysian company that has the
logging concession to this stretch of forest. We pile into a
pickup-truck taxi, already loaded with chickens, gas tanks and a
half dozen people, and start for the jungle.
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Butterflies congregate on a
logging road.
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The logging road is wide and
smooth—built to withstand monsoon rains and heavy trucks—and
the taxi cruises the red clay strip at 90 kph. There is a
sharp clang of metal hitting metal and something bounces out
from under the truck. The driver stops and walks back to
investigate, returning with the shredded tail fins of a mortar
shell—a reminder of the |
| warfare that closed the
Cardamoms to the outside world for so
long. |
The village of Thmar Baing, the only real
settlement in Thmar Baing district, lies 50 km from the logging
headquarters. Until the village was established two years ago, the
district capital was in Botum Sakor district, so empty was Thmar
Baing. Today the village is a mix of families who have come to eke a
living from the forest and the soldiers hired by GAT to guard its
trees and equipment. With an AK-47 slung over his shoulder, one of
the soldiers accompanies us to the expedition base camp.
The FFI team has carved a small camp out of the
jungle, 90 km from the sea. From here the researchers fan out into
the mountains and rivers, documenting wildlife. Without the logging
road, entering the jungle would have been significantly harder. And
along with the access it provides, the road offers the researchers a
unique cutaway view of the jungle’s vegetation and trees, like
looking into a terrarium. But the road, and others like it, is also
the biggest problem, says Steven Swan, a researcher from England who
focuses on Indochina’s wildlife.
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Guides and soldiers play cards
at the expedition base camp during lunch.
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“That road will kill the forest,”
he says, looking out on the red scar that continues into the
mountains. Logging, however, is not the biggest threat. The
area and most of the animals could survive even if some trees
are taken, Swan says. The problem is access. Areas that were
once closed off are now easily reachable using the roads. This
brings settlers who |
| start villages, clear
land for farming and collect trees, plants and animals from
the forest. |
At the team’s first research site in the
Cardamoms, in Mount Samkos Wildlife Sanctuary near the Thai border,
former refugees are flooding in with the help of the UN, staking out
their homestead, nailing signs to trees marking their plot of land.
The central mountains seem headed in the same direction. “I imagine
most of [this] forest will be gone in a few years,” Swan says.
THE FIRST RECORDS of expeditions in the
Cardamom mountains date to the late 19th century, with officials
from the French protectorate venturing into the area to check up on
Cardamom spice production and spread the government’s influence and
control.
In 1919, a man named Richomme detailed his
experience riding deep into the mountains on horseback, with
elephants carrying the luggage. “Traveling by cart would be, if not
impossible, at least very difficult,” he wrote in his report of the
trip, preserved at the National Archives. “This forest has the
reputation of being impenetrable and is hardly known to the locals.
Only two or three Cambodians have climbed it in the past. They
allege one can go through only by following the steps of wild
elephants.”
Crossing through the village of Chres, Richomme
wrote: “One wonders what made them decide to come live in such a
lost land. Actually one could even ask the same questions of the
villages of Chomnang Chrum and Thmar Baing.”
At the time, Thmar Baing had two families. The
few others had left a year earlier with the outbreak of a flu
epidemic. Today, Thmar Baing, the district’s only populous village,
has about 100 people.
Though the forests were widely used during the
French protectorate by villagers who hunted animals for food and
collected trees that were sold to Malaysian and Chinese businessmen,
the French officials write of a land spared the heavy hand of
humans.
“The land is very rich. Dense forests, superb
orchids and trees not seen yet,” a Pursat provincial official wrote
of his 1927 journey to the Cardamoms. “Night comes over delicious...
scenery: pure air, soft light, deep woods with superb pines
surrounding beautiful pastures with fat black earth through which
goes a lovely river of clean and cold water.”
The fauna, he wrote, “are rich and varied,
including among others, very interesting species that are starting
to be scarce.” He lists rhinoceros, black panther, gaur, wild
cattle, tiger and elephant as common sights in the area.
The last recorded expedition to the mountains was
by a French ornithologist in the 1940s. Soon after, the area would
be locked to the outside world.
FIGHTING BETWEEN THE Khmer Rouge and
government forces began in the area in the late 1960s, with the
assassinations of a half dozen district officials. As the country
fell into all-out warfare, the mountains became a stronghold for
Khmer Rouge fighters. They would return here after the regime’s fall
in 1979 and live Spartan lives in the jungle for the next 20
years.
Logging companies moved into the area in the
1990s and small bands of Khmer Rouge fighters found a new source of
funding, occasionally kidnapping logging company employees and
holding them for ransom. In April 1998, two Malaysian businessmen
and two RCAF soldiers were ambushed and killed in the GAT concession
along the road to the expedition base camp.
These security concerns kept most people out of
the area. But peace has had its dividends, for loggers, poachers,
refugees and researchers—the forests have once again been opened.
And in most cases, there is little government control.
Until the Khmer Rouge came to power, there was an
established system of wildlife sanctuaries in Cambodia, started by
the French, totaling about 2 million hectares. The central Cardamoms
was one of the sanctuaries, comprising 280,000 hectares with five
rangers. In 1993, the system was reestablished by decree of King
Norodom Sihanouk, using boundaries drawn by David Ashwell, a
botanist working as a consultant for the government. “We were trying
to aim for comprehensiveness in terms of habitat coverage,” Ashwell
says. While sanctuaries were created in the eastern and western
Cardamoms, the middle area was not included.
Today there are 23 protected areas across the
country. They are commonly referred to as “paper parks,” implying
they are special areas in name only and, in most cases, this is
true. Few of the countries national parks and wildlife sanctuaries
are actively patrolled, and activities inside the boundaries are
loosely monitored.
Conservationists agree the government’s
environment and wildlife officials are in a tough position: they
have neither the resources or training to adequately protect these
regions. Several international groups are working to equip the
government to protect its natural resources, but progress is slow,
often hindered by government officials involved in illegal logging
and wildlife trade.
As logging and poaching continues in Cambodia’s
forest, there is limited knowledge of what may be disappearing.
There have been few plant and wildlife surveys in Cambodia and
almost all of these have been in the eastern part of the country,
where security has been better.
In 1998, the Wildlife Protection Office and Cat
Action Treasury devised a new plan for documenting Cambodia’s
wildlife, traveling to 13 provinces and interviewing 150 hunters
about what they see in the forest. Reports of the richest wildlife
populations came from the 31 hunters living in Koh Kong and Pursat
provinces.
Fauna and Flora International followed up the
interviews with a short expedition into the Cardamoms last year that
showed a land of dense jungles sheltering an abundance of mammals,
birds and reptiles. The Department of Forestry and Wildlife then
proposed that the 1,200-meter-high plateau between the Mount Samkos
and Mount Aural wildlife sanctuaries be declared a conservation
forest. While preserving the land in this area, it would also create
a corridor between the two sanctuaries, giving animals a wide
protected path.
But to have the area protected, there needs to be
strong scientific justification that the central mountains are
unique and worthy of government intervention. The
expedition—financed largely through the British embassy in Phnom
Penh and Conservation International—has brought together researchers
from around the globe who specialize in everything from birds and
bats to frogs and crocodiles. Most of them have donated their time
to explore the Cardamoms, one of the most untouched areas of
Southeast Asia. They spent a month in the Mount Samkos Wildlife
Sanctuary and are now finishing a month of surveying in the central
Cardamoms.
“On a global scale, this is a top priority,” say
Frank Momberg, Indochina director for Fauna and Flora International.
“It’s a historical window of opportunity.”
THE PLANT TEAM assembles after a breakfast
of rice with onions and mushrooms and checks their maps. The
destination for the day is the mountain that rises across the river.
Before leaving camp, they tuck their pants into their socks, which
they coat with a toxic white chemical, meant to keep the land
leeches off their skin.
They head south down the red road to the logging
camp then start up the mountain on a narrow road that slices through
the jungle, the path used by the giant yellow bulldozers to pull
felled trees from the jungle. After a kilometer, they turn right and
plunge into the thickness. The lead man wields a machete, slicing
down branches and vines, clearing a slit to pass through.
The team—two people from the Ministry of
Environment and two local guides—moves with the precision and
efficiency of a military patrol, gliding smoothly over rocks and
fallen trees, speaking little. They move with speed, as well. Soon I
am wishing they would find a plant to stop and examine so I can
catch my breath, but they continue up the mountain slope, which
becomes steeper with each step. At times, the path is nearly
vertical. Without branches and tree roots to grasp, the slope would
be too steep to scale.
When they have climbed high enough—750 meters for
the day’s survey site—they unroll measuring tape and divide the area
into four blocks, 50 meters by 50 meters. They take notes on the
soil type, predominant vegetation, canopy, and grade of the slope as
well as disturbances—logging, fire, trails and animal tracks. They
walk the perimeter of the survey area, measuring the circumference
of each tree and the distance to the next tree. The information will
give them a picture of what grows in the Cardamoms and which animals
can survive here.
The land leeches, at least, clearly have no
problem surviving in the jungle. As we walk, I feel a pinch in my
boot, just above my ankle and look down to see my sock stained red.
My right foot, when I pull off my boot, is covered in blood—a land
leach has made it through the toxic barrier on my socks and latched
on to me. I watch the leech—swollen to four times its normal size
with my blood—fall to the ground.
“The forest tax,” Meng
Monyrak, head of the plant team, tells me. “You come to the
forest and you pay in blood.”
Sometimes a nuisance, the leeches are an
indicator of forest health. They need blood to survive, which means
they need wildlife. In a forest with no land leeches, there is no
wildlife.
FINDING WILDLIFE IS tricky, a mix of
training and luck. Barney Long, a large mammal specialist, was
walking on a path at night in the first survey area when the beam of
his flashlight caught a tiger’s eyes staring back at him. In the
central mountains, a civit cat nearly ran into him as he and Swan
walked on the logging road at night.
But, for the most part, coming across signs of
wildlife is much harder work. The researchers spend hours in the
field each day, hiking up and down mountain slopes, searching for
paw prints, claw marks on trees, piles of scat or—much more
rarely—sightings of the animals themselves.
They divide their time between different
elevations, looking for animals that prefer to live at certain
altitudes. “They make good indicators. Generalists that can live
anywhere—like human beings—make bad indicators,” Swan says. Finding
an animal unique to the Cardamoms, or a certain area of the
mountains, would be a key element of getting the area protected.
The expedition is not trying to document the
exact populations of animals in the Cardamoms, but merely the
presence or absence of various species. “This is a quick and dirty
survey,” Swan says. “Your methods don’t always have to be
scientifically rigorous. Once you’ve found tiger, you don’t have to
find it again, you go on. It’s a mad scramble to get as much
information as you can in that short period.”
The team of foreign researchers has also been
training the Cambodian staff from the Ministry of Environment and
the Wildlife Protection Office so they can do future wildlife
surveys on their own. They have been trained on animal trapping,
recording field data and operating the Global Positioning Satellite
system, which gives the user’s location within about 100 meters. GPS
systems, which cost $350 a piece, are the sort of high-tech and
expensive tools donor groups can provide.
“If we don’t have GPS, it’s very difficult to
find where we are on the map,” says Meng Monyrak, deputy chief of
the Protected Areas Office in the Ministry of Environment.
But the guide, says Barney Long, is the primary
navigation tool. “If the guide doesn’t know where you are going,
you’re usually in trouble,” he says. For the expedition, FFI hired
several local hunters from Thmar Baing, men who go into the jungle
for days or weeks at a time, hunting deer, boar and tiger. “The best
guides are definitely Khmer Rouge,” Long says. “They know the
forest, they’ve lived in the forest, and they hunt to survive.”
EVEN WITH THE guides’ expertise, the
expedition’s progress is slow. Each day, they tick off a few bird
species, maybe a mammal or a frog or two. They have found signs of
tiger and elephant, but have yet to locate a species that would set
the Cardamoms apart.
This changes with a satellite phone call to
Jennifer Daltry, the expedition leader who has been off searching
for reptiles in the mountain rivers. She has found Siamese
crocodiles, a critically endangered species known to have no other
significant populations in the world.
“It’s great news,” Swan says. “It’s better than
finding tiger or elephant—much better.”
This sort of find, the team reasons, may be
enough incentive for the government to protect the central
mountains, closing the logging concessions. Though any action by the
government would be far in the future—if ever—the news leaves the
team hopeful.
The next day’s phone call to Phnom Penh mutes the
good spirits.
“There’s news,” Swan tells Kry Masphal, sitting
down near his hammock. “You know Mony, who was working at the first
camp?”
Sure, Kry Masphal says. They are colleagues at
the Wildlife Protection office.
“He’s dead from malaria,” Swan says.
Kry Masphal squints as though he does not
understand Swan. “Dead?”
Meas Chanda Mony was scheduled to come to this
base camp in a few days. He left Veal Veng at 3 pm March 8 making it
to Pursat at 4 the next morning. He showed no signs of malaria, but
complained of exhaustion from the long trip.
By the next day, back at his home in Kompong
Chhnang, he was sick enough to go to a doctor. The Cambodian
physician diagnosed him with five-star malaria—the highest rating
—and gave him a shot of quinine. The treatment can take up to one
week to take effect. The team had been using articinate, which
usually knocks out malaria in a couple days.
On March 11, Meas Chanda Mony was watching
television at his sister’s house when his brain hemorrhaged. Weiler
relayed the news to base camp that night.
By that point, more than a third of the
expedition had contracted malaria, along with several locals hired
as guides and porters. In the end, at least 13 of 20 team members
would become sick.
“It’s an occupational hazard,” says Swan, who has
had malaria twice on this expedition.
THOUGH GIVEN THE option of returning to
Phnom Penh after Meas Chanda Mony’s death, the team members from
Ministry of Environment and the WPO stay on at the base camp. The
most important work is about to begin. The team will soon move its
camp to the highlands of the central mountains and what they find
there will be crucial to whether or not the area earns protection.
The trip to the highlands will be strenuous, with a two day walk
through thick, steep jungle.
The logging road does not yet extend that far
north, but it is scheduled to go through the mountains and connect,
eventually, with Pursat. Conservationists would be thrilled if the
road building stopped, if it had never started. But for the country
to develop, they say, roads may be inevitable.
“We all have to accept that remote provinces need
to be connected to the national infrastructure,” says Ashwell, who
helped create today’s protected areas system. “We can live with
that, provided that the land is managed properly.”
Part of the problem lies in the lack of strong
laws to protect Cambodia’s natural resources. Draft laws on
wildlife, protected areas and forestry have been submitted, but have
yet to be adopted. They would give government agencies clearer
guidelines for implementing policy and enforcing law.
There is also a problem in closing off forested
areas without providing an alternative way for locals and the
government to make money. “Because of the situation in Cambodia, we
can’t say ‘Stop the logging, make this a national park,’ “ Long
says. “Any country with money would just protect it, but they can’t
here. It’s not economically possible.”
Stopping people from hunting endangered species
in the mountains requires an altering of views on the forest.
Conservation has a low priority for locals; survival has the
highest. There is talk of hiring local hunters to protect the area
and educate their neighbors about the importance of conservation.
But funds for salaries would be limited, while killing one tiger can
net a hunter more than $2,000. In addition to the hunters, there are
hundreds of people who scour the forests for yellow vine, which is
ground down and shipped to Vietnam as a traditional medicine.
“You worry that we’re going to document it then
it’s going to be gone,” says Colin Poole, Cambodia’s country program
coordinator for the Wildlife Conservation Society. He acknowledges
that saving the forest and the wildlife will be difficult, even if
the central mountains are declared a conservation forest. “It would
be wonderful, wouldn’t it? But then you have a corridor between two
areas that aren’t protected,” he says. “There’s no point in drawing
another line on a map.”
While there is little enforcement in protected
areas, they have been beneficial, says Ashwell. “Otherwise they’d
all be [logging] concessions, every bit of evergreen forest.
“The parks will never work until the
international community invests in them. That’s the primary
problem,” he says. “However, whenever a donor has put money in,
progress has been made. It’s really up to the international
community to help bring this into being.”
Several groups, including FFI and the World Wide
Fund for Nature, have been training staff at the Ministry of
Environment and the Wildlife Protection Office and outfitting them
with equipment to patrol national parks and wildlife
sanctuaries.
In recent months, the government’s leaders have
been giving more support to conservation, with Prime Minister Hun
Sen calling for a crackdown on poaching. But so far, forces
exploiting forest resources are moving faster than government
efforts to conserve them.
The best hope for the Cardamoms, conservationists
and government officials say, may be having the area—nearly 1
million hectares including the Mount Samkos and Mount Aural wildlife
sanctuaries—declared a World Heritage Site. This would open a source
of funding as well as provide international recognition.
The decision is made by the World Heritage
Committee, an arm of the UN Educational, Scientific and Cultural
Organization, after a country petitions for assistance. For natural
areas, protection can be given to sites of “outstanding universal
value from the point of view of science, conservation, or natural
beauty.”
“Only with this designation,” says Meng Monyrak,
of the Ministry of Environment, “will there be enough funding.”
AS THE TEAM prepares for the last leg of
the expedition, into the high country of the central Cardamoms, I
sit at the edge of the red road, waiting for the soldiers. They
greet me with their customary courtesy and smiles. I stand in the
truck bed, behind the cab, holding on to the metal frame as we race
down the road to Thmar Baing then to the sea, the warming morning
air buffeting my face.
The mountains rise up like a wave. To the left
the road falls away and the river, far below, drives toward the
ocean, swirling in pools and tumbling over rocks. As the mist clears
from the mountainsides and birds call out, I wonder what this remote
land will look like in tomorrow’s Cambodia.
The few who have lived in the Cardamoms for many
years see their world changing with each passing day. The roads
bring more people and more people mean fewer animals. For Heng
Chandara, who has hunted for years in these mountains, the changes
signal the ending of a way of life.
“A son should follow his father and walk in the
forest,” he said the previous night, as the hunters smoked tobacco
and traded stories. But for his son, Heng Chandara said, the
Cardamom mountains may have little to offer. |