After I grew up within the seventies we didn’t have world warming, we had world cooling (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Global_cooling). Consequently, the summer season climate was terrible, all the time. Steady drizzle, gales and the lead-grey sky merging seamlessly with the tarmac of the roads. Surrounded by damp greyness, we’d attempt to take pleasure in our Dutch summer season holidays. My Dad had nothing to throw at this distress however unfounded optimism: “I can see it clearing up any time now”. My recommendation to local weather deniers: why deny a great factor – sing the praises of local weather change… However, because of a variety of CO2, summers are nice now and I spent a type of summers on the island of São Tomé.
Previously a Portuguese colony, now with the island of Principe a proudly impartial nation within the Gulf of Guinee. I used to be drawn to São Tomé due to the big variety of birds named after the island, and specifically the São Tomé Grosbeak. This hen had been extinct for greater than a century earlier than it was rediscovered – a Lazarus species! Plus, there are extra endemics on São Tomé than on the Galapagos.
My chosen information was the gentleman who claims to have rediscovered the grosbeak – Antonio Alberto. Though his detractors would say he was two years’ previous when that occurred he’s undeniably a great information. He has exceptional bush abilities and as a former poacher he is aware of the place all of the birds are that he didn’t eat. I made contact (+239 995 six one six two) and paid half the price upfront. A number of weeks later I acquired a WhatsApp from Antonio telling me his good friend’s automobile had damaged down and he wanted extra money upfront. Not even bothering to query the logic of the request I made one other journey to Western Union and voilá. For sure, I didn’t inform my spouse about any of those monetary transactions, and I could have been fairly scarce on particulars total. Omission, the key to an extended and pleased marriage.
We flew to São Tomé, acquired by way of passport management with superb pace and checked within the resort the place my spouse could be having fun with the spa and pool whereas I’d be tenting within the rain forest. Antonio confirmed up as agreed and we have been off to Monte Carmo within the Parque Pure Obô de São Tomé. Entry to Monte Carmo is thru a 2,500 ha oil palm plantation. The palm oil firm’s web site could be very constructive concerning the socio-economic advantages for the native inhabitants however the individuals we met have been adamant about not being paid a dwelling wage. The reality might be someplace within the center, however we’ll by no means know for the reason that locals can’t afford a shiny web site. As soon as we crossed the park border it began to rain. I seemed again on the oil palm plantation simply behind the park boundary marker and the solar was nonetheless shining there. The distinction in micro-climate between the plantation and the rainforest couldn’t have been clearer. The plantation owes the rainforest, that’s for positive.
And up we went. The mountain is roofed with granite boulders, very slippery mud, and tangles so I fell lots within the mud. Antonio didn’t, not even one well mannered slip to make me really feel much less inept. I’d have been very cross with him if this man weren’t going to point out me birds… Sensing my irrational feelings Antonio identified the São Tomé Ibis simply behind us and all was forgiven. Such an exquisite particular person! We made camp on the “roça” – the ruins of a cocoa plantation home, ate a one-pot meal flushed away with palm wine, conversed with a São Tomé Scops-Owl and slept like logs whereas the São Tomé Free-tailed Bats flew throughout us.
It actually by no means stopped raining within the two days and one night time on the mountain. I used to be soaking moist – there even was water behind my ear drums – however the birds have been superb. Two of the final 40 Newton’s Fiscals, loads São Tomé Oriole, Large Sunbird, São Tomé Quick-tail – just about each goal hen, besides the Lazarus. After a miserable stroll again by way of the birdless palm plantation with only one (undoubtedly company-sponsored) São Tomé Weaver we have been picked up by Antonio’s good friend who drove us again to Santana in his putting canary-coloured automobile.
Any automobile referred to as Jesus was sure to maintain us on the straight and slim. However whereas we did go straight, the slim street determined in any other case and made a curve. We slammed right into a tree however miraculously no person was harm, and the automobile continued to be roadworthy. Roadworthiness is outlined within the insurance coverage coverage smallprint as “capable of drive off however extreme structural injury”. Safely again within the resort I jumped within the pool to dry, had a chilly one and informed my spouse concerning the adventures within the nationwide park. She simply shook her head in disbelief (?), despair (?), pity (?). I ignored the accident from my gripping yarn – no want so as to add “fear” to this record of feelings (omission etcetera, see above).
On my remaining day with Antonio we got down to the Nationwide Park of Obô once more however now adopted the Lagoa Amélia path to search for the São Tomé Grosbeak. That is the place the place Antonio had rediscovered the hen and after having heard grosbeaks calling all through the earlier days, my expectations have been excessive. I continued falling flat within the mud on the best way up so Antonio made me a strolling stick. I nonetheless fell lots however now had a stick to carry on to – I do consider I seemed extra dignified because of this. Alas, the mountain was coated in a thick low-hanging cloud with nearly no visibility. We walked for hours to every one in all Antonio’s favorite spots and located nothing. A poorly considered São Tomé Bronze-naped Pigeon flew up, disappeared into the mists and we have been surrounded by an eery silence as soon as extra. Antonio was about to surrender however for some cause I considered Dad. “Give it a minute, I can see it clearing up any time now”, I shouted to Antonio. After which, miraculously, the cloud lifted for only a minute and in that minute we noticed it: a chunky little brown hen with a ridiculously massive beak, consuming a flower bud.